I am a forced smile, a relaxed frown. A struggle for normalcy, a cradled abjure. I crinkle, crack, and crow, upon a crushed flower meadow—sensation. I am bungled and borrowed, a dawned dissonance in a tree with a split hollow. 

©Jeff Flesch

#1 Amazon bestselling poet –  Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press

• Crushed Flowers
• Existence Reborn
• The Nature of Self
• Rich Turned Soil
• Today and Ever Day