Wasted Tears of Non-Sense
How do words get so twisted talking to one’s spouse?
Everything mentioned turns you into such a louse.
Okay, defend yourself, if the last word is theirs.
Right or wrong the tension clings stiffly in the air.
Years go by desperately trying to understand,
Why such an indentation is printed in sand,
Nothing so bizarre can be written on a stone.
Sands of time suddenly can erase the unknown.
And nothing last forever, so it has been said,
A wasted tear of non-sense only turns eyes red.
This a non-sense poem I wrote after a silly argument with my husband. After getting a warning from Hub pages telling me "This hub is too short" and being so close to completing the publishing process, I decided to add this message.
Sometimes I'm not sure when it comes to poetry what defies "too short". I've written plenty of poems over the years. Some are shorter than others and when I begin to post some here at Hub Pages I often need to publish more than one on a hub to be the right length. Perhaps it is the form of verse I'm using because I've seen much shorter poems here. Anyways please be patient with me as I continue to try my luck at poetry and other hub articles.
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