One of my faithful readers (probably the only one) asked for more poetry so here goes.
GLOBAL WARMING
My bed is cold
Colder with you than without you.
Cold because of anger
You turn your back
Refuse to touch me
The cold is palpable.
All because we don’t agree
Clipped verbal responses
Make me feel
Small
Unwanted
Useless
I feel bad; then bristle; then cajole
It doesn’t work
I wait for the thaw
Which always comes
Making me feel warm again.
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Dearest Carolyn. Excellent writing-first rate. I like poetry that does not require a dictionary. You are a jewel.-A faithful Reader
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