Friday, April 25, 2014


A friend recently gave me some lovely feedback on my poems. It has inspired me to repost some oldies that I shared on a former blog. Here's one of my favorites. Have a great weekend, y'all.

Old love...
dried and blown by the wind
come back in a letter
quite by surprise.

I'm a curious woman
and search for clues - the where,
the what and how
two lives are cracked apart.

I could walk past her shop
peek through the plate glass window
watching my reflection
watching her.

I would turn away then
the words dried up and stale,
crumbling out the corners of my mouth
and dropping to the ground.

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