disaster | a poem in my pocket

what? Melania’s shoes

give reporters the blues

stilettos don’t seem appropo

snakeskin fit for a dance

paired with high-water pants

to flood zone high heels must NOT go!

aboard air force one

news reports come undone

the fashion disaster rehearsed

first lady “trumps” style

and i can’t help but smile

when FLOTUS deplanes in Converse 😉

Linking to dVerse Poetics and Lillian’s “a closet full of shoes” prompt…

Words can speak life

into a person’s soul

but sometimes words

are only silent syllables,

empty vowels mouthed

between lame consonants

not knowing where to spit.

In raw personal disaster,

how can anyone find words

that won’t do more damage

to an already fragile psyche?

Shame, blame, trite phrases

prove how small irretrievable

words only multiply misery.

Words elude both tongue

and pen when faced with a

child’s death by miscarriage,

accident, suicide; Language

languishes in presence of

slow painful suffering by

cancer, AIDS, dementia.

Who has an answer when words fail?

a poem in my pocket