Fatigues
A poem
Article voiceover
No, not
The faded
Camo-colored
Uniform worn
By hunters
Or soldiers
But aches
& pains in joints
& ligaments
Like the twisted
Ropes
Tied to billowing
Sails of old wooden
Ships rocking
Gently in the soft
Wind breathing on the water
Calm as death
I love it. I used to write poetry, had a few published, then faded away from it. I don’t remember why. Then I had a renewed interest in it a few years back. Almost everything I read didn’t make any sense. Like word salads. So I gave up believing mine were petty. Silly of me I now see. Had I continued I might have written something as beautiful as yours.