Sorrow
A slow melt that
blurs vision, flows
across taut skin
to pull down cheeks
into a jaw
that sags, my self
oozes memory
to rejoin a past
that only mocks
me, a puddle
in the middle
of a firm wood
floor and a phone
that hangs limply
from outstretched arm.
Richard Dinges, Jr. lives and works by a pond among trees and grassland,
along with his wife, two dogs, three cats, and five chickens. Hurricane
Review, Thin Air, Oddball, Illuminations, and Willawaw Journal most
recently accepted his poems for their publications.
along with his wife, two dogs, three cats, and five chickens. Hurricane
Review, Thin Air, Oddball, Illuminations, and Willawaw Journal most
recently accepted his poems for their publications.
THE BIG WINDOWS REVIEW 