Friday, November 23, 2012

Digging Up Bones



Poetics Aside Prompt:Write a deep poem. The deep end of the pool. Six feet deep. Archaeology. Whatever you write, just dig deep.



Past surface urges
And weary-worn hours
Past the excuses that rob me of time
Past empty splurges
And hope’s tattered flowers
Past lines of poetry weaving their rhyme
Past murmured denial
And tear-caressed midnights
Past all the promises hammered for naught
Past hope’s soft smile
Compassionate lamp-light
There you remain; deep, deep in my thought

J~

 

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