Wrinkles form despite the miraculous claims.

A long red hair ends up in the semi-gloss.

The newest cereal promises vigour

like you’ve never known.

But I never really noticed a difference,

did you.


Sometimes don’t you just get tired

of saying onwards.

Sometimes building a life on top of all this pain

is too much work.

The greeting cards all start to look the same,

and standing in the drugstore you become annoyed

because you realize

you never actually saw a daisy that looked like that.

A baby so composed.

A mother so happy.

A world so right.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Writer and Poet

Tricia McCallum profile

Tricia McCallum

Always be a poet. Even in prose.
Charles Baudelaire.

In essence I am a storyteller who writes poems. Put simply, I write the poems I want to read.[…]

Amazon Profile

Podcast Interview

YouTube Review

New Book

Books on Goodreads

Tricia McCallum

Recent Posts

Recent Comments

Thanks for sharing


Past Posts


All Topics