Washed up jelly fish
on a gravel beach
beneath
a chalky sky.
The plastic spade
in my nine year old hand
made a pudding of you.
I apologise.
Washed up jelly fish
on a gravel beach
beneath
a chalky sky.
The plastic spade
in my nine year old hand
made a pudding of you.
I apologise.
Nice poem. Short style yet effective. Keep writing more.
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Sweet regret. I've always sign posted you as one to read.
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.