A Tiny Circle – Poem by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

Poetry by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

Peering around the dark
curtain of my past I wish
I could let the real world
slip away into dust, memories
like tiny razors knicking my
heart if I don’t chase them
away, faced every day by
a silver coif of clouds that
hide the sun, finding ways
to let in just a little bit of
light at a time til I’m alone
in my bedroom once again
by my turret window,
watching the cold face of
the moon that placidly ruled
the night, a passive bystander
who knows the tiny circle
I live in, one I can’t escape
while my daughters and
visitors find their way in.
My tongue is a bed of silence;
seldom do my words escape
into the air, no heavier than
a single drop of water. Broken
glass once scarred a part of my
life, and now, when I dream,
I see a tiger slowly escaping
quicksand, coming to protect
me.


About the Poet

Bobbi Sinha-Morey’s poetry has appeared in places such as Plainsongs, Pirene’sFountain, The Wayfarer, Helix Magazine, Miller’s Pond, The Tau, and Old Red Kimono.Her work has been nominated for Best of the Net and the Best of the Net 2018 Anthology Awards hosted by Sundress Publications.

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