Poem Body
Brown book
pages shorn
slipping free
a stream
in puddles of
reflection
Pain bending
winces like
the wink of thermo
stars
tiny dancing daggers
a breeze is getting
your chapter
twisting beneath
the dark shadows
of the rolling cars
Dog eared emotion
chapter twenty still
reeked
like cold gusts
shaking this
moved archive
collection
free
forgotten books
tired looks
importance receeding
life becomes an echo
emblem ornament
Something to the Pride
pages are pangs of
memory
ice mornings
frosted branches
the rest of the
chapters
sparred
engage life
shifting gears
hanging on
to the moment
though
the peripheral
papers
sacred to one
now rarer
meaningful
visionary
...
Comments
Sweet unclear tangle of words
Sweet unclear tangle of words about life.
A few hooks thrown out of pity to the readers
in case they want to relate to your write.
I hang on to the shadows of the cars
but I want them FAT not dark.
Pain and piercing daggers and reeking pages
in a contrast to the morning frost.
I love your rollercoaster and will search for more