2022 NaPoWriMo DAY FIFTEEN 15 April 2022 Chit chat


Chit chat


Small talk so small it
ceases
talk at all
releases bad
breath
poisons pristine air
affronts the void

a relentless moth it
bumps
against lit window panes
strains wit
a slug in the mud
it denigrates wisdom
an empty crow’s nest
it lacks zest

like petals torn
from a rose in bloom
a precipice
once bisons’ doom
a wart on the tip of a nose
a litany of life’s iterations

like a broken street lamp
at thoughts’ crossroads
myth’s old promise of strife
no vacillation
chit chat ramps up a spell
silence powerless
cannot dispel

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