Four Signs of Distress and Thorndikes Law of Effect
The Sea—
the seaside bliss
an experience long forgotten
an experience long forgotten
over busy street and loud CD choruses.
When I’m alone, alone I symphatize.
When I’m alone, alone I symphatize.
The Waves—
the wrecking waters
pushing through a fall
over resting sedimentary fortresses.
When in my strifes, I also fall.
The Breeze—
of which nerves intend for pain
no longer understand
the touch of flowing coldness
Or the eyes can interpret
the blinking stars in haunted nights
or the inner awareness
admonishing tears to fall
Or the last time I touched your hand
Four years ago, there, watching over us
The Hale-Bopp—
the portents brow
no longer arches wonderfully
over moon’s face
When I let you go It was mistaken for a guiding star.
