The Scent Of Broken Glass
Every time I see your face,
It reminds me of your face.
How do you do that?
If you can read this poem,
Then you're standing far too near.
Step back a little, slowly,
Making sure you don't bump into the poem behind you.
If you place your nose next to this poem,
You will realise it's made of glass.
If you place your nose next to this glass,
You will realise it's made of poem.
If you drop this glass,
It will break like a poem,
And release the scent of broken glass.
suki spangles
Tue 8th Nov 2016 10:52
Cheers Colin and Tony,
Yes, one of my more delicate numbers. Just a humorous meditation on how we often read poetry now, and how poems sit alongside each other in poetry forums such as this..