One line poetry: Prompt — Brief
Let the grueling, unruly eventsand times of grief…
Choosing a partner?Checks I advise…
The tears of a clown
Old bones turned notTo dust, they turned gold
Turned, too closeTo knife
But alas,Who can escapeThe humiliating pierceOf the mirror?
Universe embodies eye,ear leans, heavyupon a single note,nose trips on nostalgia,
Gift given is golden — gone;Forgiven is frequently forgotten;Feeling’s forever frozen;Persistent, perhapspermanent.