Burn

Poem By Seán O Muiríosa

My hand shakes and quivers a bit
At times of importance, times of joviality.
My face burns like the ring of a hob,
My hands slide like melting plastic.

And the head is adrift, treacherously,
A lost ship close to jagged rocks.
The mind’s on the island asking why
The warning sign is always burning in the sky.

Comments about Burn

Sean, Disregard my threatening message. (Oops!) I'm happy to see you back in action!
Devious & spectacular. So current, relevant. This is why i continue to read poetry over song lyrics. Your writing, Seán, keep on. care, sjg
Very good work Nicely written


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