Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Laugh At Your Optimism

You hear roses and violins
I hear gunshot, screams, open fire
I am heading toward trouble
But I cannot turn my feelings into flowers

The sun, the sky and the moon are for others.
They have nothing to do with me.
I am a wanderer with a self-deprecating attitude
Gunshot residue lives inside my mind

You can prance through the forest of pretty things
Flicking flower blossoms singing “he loves me.”
I watch you go, laughing at your optimism.
Can I flick the bullets out of my brain? Hardly!

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Darrell Rose March 20, 2021 at 5:59 AM Haha. I like this, though not necessarily uplifting it is wrought with truth. Sometimes I grow tired of the flighty flutter of roses and daffodils pasted heavily to the page. This piece is a nice departure from such and comes unforced. Darrell Caren Krutsinger March 21, 2021 at 12:18 AM Thank you Darrell. My husband is in hiding, because he fears me after my poems I wrote yesterday. I am smirking a bit. He is a head taller and a hundred pounds heavier, and I can hear him trying to breathe quietly and safely under his Lazy-boy.