poem

 ShameMorning blushes at its eastern edgesBefore the full fledged embarrassmentOf another desultory dayPoetry is no excuse for hidingThe things you wouldReally like to say It ’s winter, what are the trees up to?Stick figured depictionsOf fireworks explosionsPounding my fist against the frozen earthLike I ’m buried alive and the ground Is the satin-lined door of my own coffin Nothing more annoying than peopleSurprised by unsurprising thingsChewing when no one else is eatingOnly the poet sees you blushingEveryone else is still sleepingHis job is to tell the world everything What starts in shameJust needs to be seenBefore the glorious end12/21/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - December 21, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs