Dear blog friends,
Sorry I neglect you. Here is a new one from yesterday.
Erin
Regal
All that is gold glimmers,
Shimmers on branches
then departs – arcs
Tumbles, tying
eyes in a jumble
Dances around a ballroom
of asphalt floor,
walls of brick, wood and sky:
Regal.
2 comments:
yes! can you paint me a picture to go with this one? :O)
Erin. I love your poems because I am forced to read them over and over. They are never entirely blunt, yet are entirely intriguing.
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