do you enjoy giving feedback?

if so, i might enjoy reading your thoughts.

this is a poem entitled - islands of curmudgeons:

we pace our own shores,

and smother out distant lights

with our hands.

some people seek external communication,

but we’ve had our fill of

tending to feelings,

treading softly on unknown relationships.

this is an island surrounded by rock

with no lighthouse to warn

passersby who might

die

in pitching and rolling and crashing

waves. torrents of swirling black

that swallow the curious

and never spit them back.