Off Key Wings of Song
With blundering fingers- an off key funk-
a hangover disguised with natty turnarounds
as he plays on
Like a truth wheel his cosmos spun-
the light extinguished, that she,
like a night moth clung to
Good universe- there is still music,
mingling life with fears but there are
off - key wings of song and flights of fancy
that she might still return
Above his heart that just went- 'clunk'
soft fingers soar
Suzanne Delaney is a retired Registered Nurse. A resident of Hawaii, USA she was born in Tasmania. She now has time to pursue her passion for writing poetry, creating collages and for traveling.