Day for night
The trailer was cold
I used foam to insulate the windows
A dark, long room

The dishes collected in the sink
The scent of pink grapefruit soap
Now, sickens me
Room temperature, instant coffee
Made rings in cups

Searching for love
On chilly sheets
Under acoustic ceilings
Drowning in a vodka sea
Empties mingling with candles
Looking for love

Under and in and around
I swam, through jagged reefs
The echos of cold
Waves of cold
Bled into me

I was a bottle, sweating outside in
Looking for love
Under the caps of rolling waves
I floated on my back
Looking, not at the sun or moon
Looking at acoustic ceiling tiles
Floating, looking, drowning

I like it, very deep

thank you

You do know that I read your work to get inspiration . . . but I'm not quite as good as you are. Beautiful poem

i'm flattered, Mig
you write so well, beautifully

Thanks golden and to be honest, I'll always take a compliment (helps the ego) but the way I see it, when I read your work (and a few other poets on mingle) and it's amazing. Your work makes the reader think however when I write I try to paint a picture for the reader to feel. And the difference is that thinking expands our universe whereas pictures will take you places. Kind of the same but still different (and let me add that thinking often clarifies the picture). So I'm not minimizing what I try to do I can't help but appreciate the poet who makes us think. I'm going to stop because I could go on and on and I think I'm driving my girlfriend crazy write () now. But it really is a topic that I think about a lot

Mig
you are very encouraging. i have had a creative block. more like i am blocking feelings because of recent events. it's hard to get back in touch but i will try.
thank you