Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Antiques from her wall



Rusting sentiments from the wall,
Souvenirs from their many escapades,
Vintage car in which he brought her home,
Even her potted glories,
All dusted and buffed for garage sale,
Possessions of their love claimed by some strangers,
But pieces of her heart would go nowhere else.

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1 comment:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.