Poetry: A Day in the Hospital

A piece

of me

dangles

above

newborn

eyes-

Legs jig

arms spin

but that

ball

of intellect

lies

that ball

of rage

cuts

this ball

of love

falls

and

bounces

away.

We are at root causes.

Scent of remembered

sweat:

through cracks

it drips,

Yet now–

…silence…


(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2020

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#WordlessWednesday: Old Man

‘Old Man’ is a photograph of a wall mural on Market Street in San Francisco.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2019

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#WordlessWednesday: Regrets

 

 

It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not share 

‘Regrets’ (c) Rob Goldstein 2018

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