A Letter

I have a letter about chaos

for you.

Sternness sounds like a coffee grinder

grinding so hard it drowns out the words.

Sometimes I get lost in it,

but not the way you get lost in music.

This is why I am wearing four sweaters,

pretending they are blankets and the yelling

is a dream.

Β This was written for the dVerse Poets prompt Hearth, Home, and Common Speech. The prompt was to write a poem “using the words you might say to a neighbor or friend”. Some of these things are things I have actually said or wrote to people.


12 thoughts on “A Letter

  1. I like that you said what you’d say to a friend – that there are sounds cold as metal grinding, and it’s cold enough for four sweaters. Hoping the warmth of Christmas gives you other sounds and brighter days.

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