Mental Health
The Shape of Solitude. Honorable Mention in Negative Space Challenge.
The house quieted in shocked silence after the storm No frantic rushing from the back door to the front Tracking in bits of gravel and swears Impatience and anger Leaving one or the other or both open No shouting where are my keys GD it Where are my pants Where is my shirt Where is my wallet Where is my phone Where is the coffee Where is the milk Where is the bread More swearing when the dog stepped in front to say goodbye Gate left swinging crazily on its hinges, Opening and closing with the bang of a pistol A pair of dirty underwear lying at the front door
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout a month ago in Poets
Sunset Song. Top Story - September 2026.
I've noticed the sun doesn't care for my plans doesn't change its tune for my little demands rising when it must unwilling to adjust the Earth's spin is out of my hands. Do you steel yourself for a simple day? resolute that by morning you will change your ways and be more of what you said before getting out of bed 'til the turnover forges a rosy haze. Give me the time to fill as I need I'll watch the hours slip by with no good deed fall back to the surface what else is my purpose but trying to pluck a fickle weed? I need the daylight though it burns my eyes the bright sun illuminating my disguise revealing failures and faults stopping short or full halts time for everyone else to get wise. The sun sings its song as it winks goodnight aware of the end and of every plight in the between the short hours that we all devour before it's over, grasp the rays with all your might. Yet I have never seen a more spectacular view than the pink or orange or purple hue as the star settles sweetly the day drifting beneath me making way for the world to be renewed.
By Bugsy Wattsabout a month ago in Poets
