Nausea
Despair comes in waves
like nausea after a bad clam.
It's been a series of bad clams
followed by waves of despair
hurled at the porcelain
white of the page.
like nausea after a bad clam.
It's been a series of bad clams
followed by waves of despair
hurled at the porcelain
white of the page.
Ohh, I like this. Nice movement heaving around.
No regurgitated clam this one, though.
First rate, as ever, but this packs a powerful punch. I don't know how the speaker's mood could be expressed any better. A+ Fav.
Bingo!
Yes.
"despair
hurled at the porcelain
white of the page"
Well-written. A circle of sorts. I like this piece.
So true.
I had some delicious clams last night, but oh, brother, do I know this feeling. Just right, Gary.
Dark and true.*
Thanks to everyone for your time and comments.
I didn't see this earlier, splendid indeed.
I guess the title kept me from reading earlier : )
We've all been there!
Thnaks for the comments, Clark and Neil.