Poetry,
like a spilled espresso,
is a lovely, ugly
mess on a precipice
A slip thin ledge
for our stumbling lives
Are we no more
than a burning, daring
hand in the flames,
a simple translation of our scars
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Gavin Turner is a poet and writer of short fiction. He lives in North West England. Some of his work is published here on this site and more recently in other journals and publications.
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Beautiful lines thanks for sharing 😊👌
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Thanks Priti 🙏
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