One rests by the comforting glow of silk cloaked amber;
dreams of the orange sun draped just beyond.
Eyelids ridged, rippled;
promises.
Someone desperately dials a number.
Hastily at first then patiently and finally with angry disparity.
The screen flashes;
white then red then a yellow warning and finally — black out.
Shadows on the edge, amber just beyond.
Iris draped tight.
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Another micro-poem from a collection that is finding its way in various journals. This has been published in Issue 22 of Literary Orphans recently.
Excellent.
Thank you Samuel. Tis from the same set as the one that you so kindly chose to feature.
(and i found out today that you did)
Digital despair. *
:) thanks matt! as always, you're very kind.
It would be interesting to see the set in its entirety.