touch
he
craved
physical
……………….fleeting
………empty
any glimmer
of emotion
and he would
falter
………..stumble
……………………turn away
unable to
travel that
way again.
Written for Three Word Wednesday.
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Touch
Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts
This is a perfectly formed piece, like a pathway zigzagging. Wonderful, Mark.
I really like the flow of this one.
this poor fellow is in trouble….How will he ever learn of love?!
That’s sad.
🙂
That describes a whole lot of people. The heart is like the brain; it has its ways of protecting itself.
I really like the visual presentation/spacing, like the curves of a body (good touch). But touching the heart, now that’s very bad touch for this guy. Love your ending.