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
