As the musky scent
of incense burns away,
I wander from room
to icy room
filled with a fragrant sense
that riches must be found
under our memory box,
in dusty corners,
between the family albums
and tattered story books.
I remember you as a child
and redecorate your preciousness
with splashes of paste
from a brand new bucket
and together we hang the rolls of
flowery paper love
you always wished for.
Last edited by Delta40; 05-22-2013 at 07:38 PM.
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
You, far more than humor, had an immune superefficiency.
Last edited by cafolini; 05-22-2013 at 08:57 PM.
Never fear. The pharmaceutical industry will try to convince my inspired creativity isn't the real me writing. Why, without them I might be a nonsensical troll dwelling under a bridge braising other members and eating them for dinner... xxx
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
Nice description of the house you lived in as a child. It reminds me of how I felt years ago when I went into the building I lived in when I was very young just months prior to it being demolished.
You should consider making a collection of your poetry if you haven't already. It is as good as anything I've read recently by poets who get their works published and placed in libraries.
Did I ever formally crown you queen of the kitchen sink metaphor? X
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
yes you did Jerry but its a bit tarnished now...x
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
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