the remains of the day

(a shadorma)


one last strand
of sun is spilling
through the pines
and i am
full of turkey, snowy sigh
-lence; a slice of time.


prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 27





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3 Responses to the remains of the day

  1. ihatepoetry says:

    Sounds blissful, bliss= full. My kind of poem.

  2. Love this, De. I feel content just reading it.

  3. atrmws says:

    It defies the most thorough autopsy.

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