Another stab at an abcderian poem

Photo credit: Stephanie Martin with permission. Not a blue jay, I know. But it’s gorgeous.

Acrid, burn these

broken days,

clouded by covid,

damned by the

elimination of hope.

Forgive me for

grieving that which did not exist

how was I so foolish to believe

it did?

Just yesterday, a bluejay

kited past my window,

landing on the shrub…



gae polisner

gae polisner

Just another writer trying to stay afloat in a sea of words. Author of several novels. Wannabe mermaid. Mother. Trying to age gracefully with no grace in sight.