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Click herePages in the afterglow
folded into the corner of
faded photos mingle
with stale dim loft.
Crumbled borders bare
the face of yesterday.
Voice sadly buried
with collection of debris
bound in yellow ribbons,
surrounded by his
purple heart...
An unsung hero
wipes away the bitter
sighs with the dust
and shudders in silence..
pulls me in and leaves me subdued with its effect of reality...nicely done blue.........don
I'm too hard hearted at times, want to forget everything
painful, every defeat and such. This poem has me thinking
more than any I can remember reading. Thanks, sandspike
This is lovely. It made me rethink about what I'll be doing with my poetry in the years to come. You also have me designing an attic floor into my fantasy dream home.
I love the rhythm of the language in your poem.
Thanks for visiting the attic.
of those in photos
excellent topic and
wonderful write <grin>