Poem: Salubrious

A Wikimedia Commons photo, entitled Lavender Mist, a Pollock from Nov. 24, 1950.

My latest five-line poem. Pollock tends to float back to my brain for inspiration often. I’m doing the rare mobile post, so that’s why the formatting might look different.


Salubrious , a word you gave me; your favorite.

It pings the lesion in my brain of what once was.

Lost love tends to live on those little lesions —

that which used to manifest a whole love

now shadows a discarded Pollock painting.

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