..
has this gone
the way of all lost
things: socks, sheep, coins,
useless keys? lay the truth
on me and bay me a still
something song that might
lead us home.
.
prompted by Quickly November, day 3.
..
has this gone
the way of all lost
things: socks, sheep, coins,
useless keys? lay the truth
on me and bay me a still
something song that might
lead us home.
.
prompted by Quickly November, day 3.
Ah, your writing is so clever ~ the creative, unique way you use language and imagery.
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Love this!
The feeling of loss just permeates this. Well done.
I had referenced the tree in the woods in another poem today and then saw your title…awesome serendipity and it caused me to take mine in a different direction so thank you!
Any way, you poem…I love the use of the heart in place of the tree and the list of things typically lost…depth in your closing lines…moving piece in perfect brevity, de!
I’m picking on you for comments!! 😉 I’ve been so disconnected!