dirt on the welcome mat

Tag Archives: sad

lodestone
magnetic filaments
pulled in Milky Way swirls
Wooly Willy’s furry moustache uncurled
opposites attract

millstone
cement rings early exchanged
two hundred pound hula hoops
tire swings bend the branches low
in the summertime

keystone
Jenga played with bones
in an old tree house or a steep staircase
missing link, missing face
in the scrapbook

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You laugh
That repulsed
Mirrors crack and
Cameras break,
But real people
Shatter,
Stop,
And take
Light from
Happy moments,
Slice,
Redecorate,
And glue
Them between pages
In their
Scrap
Books.


Dim

Who knew hope flew
With jet black buzzard wings
Which took the sun’s glow
And trapped it in
A tinted sheen that hovers on
Thick swarms of flies
And overused, broken machines.