J P Mooney

Mercury Retrograde Poems J P Mooney

I'm sitting on a rocky island, gazing on the horizon of hopes and dreams. Emptiness and resentment oozing from their seam. In this moment, my worries cease to exist. Their envy, magnified like particles projected through bifocals. I wince as they whinge, retreating inside my bubble of certainty. Relieved and determined to live in peace. I wrote this journal, a book of poetry for you. Let your eyes hang on every word. Let my retrograde chaos bring tears and laughter that cleanse your soul. Most importantly, enjoy.