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Ashes in a Wilderness
To you, readers, I say
I am no writer -
these words
placed themselves
on my page
to tell a story
To you, writers, I cry
I am no chronicler -
these tales
spun their web
through my mind
to make a memory
To you, poets, I sing
I am no rhymer -
these lines
etched their pattern
on my paper
to form a psalm
To you, who come, I whisper
...Tuesday 9th October 2018 2:32 pm
I read a poem
improved version!
I read a poem
about a dresser
and all the memories it held.
I remembered
one thing
in a sideboard.
I remembered
a long cone shape
wrapped in cord
containing something
hard and dark brown, that smelled.
I never knew
...
Tuesday 5th December 2017 11:58 am
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