Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Two by Two

writing wild words, a deluge outside
all of a sudden, the world created anew

nothing subtle in tempo, rivers running downward
cool liquid seeps within, spills out

Noah’s spirit booms on two of us
spurred by flashes over high branches

letting lines trudge two by two
falling cold and mute on laptop’s screen

in one single desolate desire
not a pinch of hope

what about pretending to be an artist instead
or an architect to bridge earth and sky

but giving up, I rise for a cup of tea
so hot, it burns, tunneling through throat

tiny bumps on tongue, and I wonder
why are some things like this, so difficult, yet so tempting?


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Prompt: “changing your tune”