Poetry Monday
Because sometimes I have to remember that I can still do this.
China
There’s a weight
Pressing on
The cracked crystal edge
Pie plate promises
Little blue roses
Split in half
In quarters
Shattered like starbursts
And held together
By gilt and varnish
Years and years
Crumbs gone dust
Weighted flesh finger
Rotted skin spreading
Splitting and spilling
Drop
By
Drop.
China
There’s a weight
Pressing on
The cracked crystal edge
Pie plate promises
Little blue roses
Split in half
In quarters
Shattered like starbursts
And held together
By gilt and varnish
Years and years
Crumbs gone dust
Weighted flesh finger
Rotted skin spreading
Splitting and spilling
Drop
By
Drop.
posted by Auntie Pooh @ 5:37 PM
1 Comments:
At 8:59 AM,
Moma Sue said…
I love it. You always did make my day when you wrote poetry. This is as beautiful as you are
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