Poetry Blogs (mementos)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (9 hours ago)
Brass bullet casing
Flakes of tobacco
Grains of sand
Sepia tinted photograph
And pith helmets
And Pay book
Will not needed
Ink a faded blue
Monday 27th February 2017 5:04 pm
Take the lid off the old wooden box and peer inside, what is there? What do you see? An old bullet from the Korean war, a discoloured gemstone from a broken lover’s necklace.
A curling yellow photo of lost teenage friends, now no more, one lost to drugs.
Some ancient coin from a faraway land, unreadable language.
Now put back the lid and pause for thought. If you were to have ...
Thursday 6th February 2014 9:14 pm