A tenuous rain,
or maybe it’s terse—
nuance
is giving me
grief today.
I feel empty,
in both the
sense of hollow
and hungry—
and contain
enough hard reversals
that I am as much
a contronym
as refrain,
or apology—
persistently ceasing,
sorry I’m not
sorry–
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This is the first of your poems I have read, and when I finished I had the sensation of, “Yes. That’s exactly how I feel today.” I love it when a poet can express an illusive feeling for me that I couldn’t quite nail down myself. Thank you for your eloquence, I look forward to reading your future work!
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I love it, as a poet, when I can actually manage to express my elusive feelings– glad this spoke to you, as well, and thanks for stopping by!
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I’ve missed following your posts. It doesn’t help that the ‘like’ button has disappeared from my reader too. ‘Like’.
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don’t be a stranger! š
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