We are the architects of our own destruction.
My Precious
My glorious new wall hanging,
Treated to be live like a king,
Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn,
It was there without a weeping.
A fly! A FLY!
How dare you, petite little waste,
To swell your muck in a haste?
I rushed to it, yelling “BEGONE!”
Furiously, forcefully, it was chased.
Oh dear! OH DEAR!
What have I done,
To my beloved golden?
For it has… withdrawn.
It is there no more, it has fallen.
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Karin Anderson
An interesting poem full of imagination and meaning. Well done!
An interesting poem full of imagination and meaning. Well done!
carol
lovely write you ae so good
lovely write you ae so good
Sandra Martyres
A very imaginative write...
A very imaginative write...
Fay Slimm
Impressively textured this piece mysteriouly leads into deeper meaning on re-read - - a bold form which captivates and keeps attention - - Jay you have style - - keep writing.
Impressively textured this piece mysteriouly leads into deeper meaning on re-read - - a bold form which captivates and keeps attention - - Jay you have style - - keep writing.
Hmmm, I seriously thought you have written your first love poem lol... This is different than the ones you have composed earlier which shows your versatility as a writer. Good thing about your poems is that they can be read, digested and enjoyed at different levels. Another unique poem.