shattered, my pieces once saidyou prismed merainbowsand nowi amsandforgotten
you met those
i wear no armorbear neither shield nor swordhelpless, bleeding outbefore memoryʻsthrust
futile:i wringthese memorysoakedrags of tearsimpotent to cleansoilsouledmetruthstainedno rapierno daggerto returnthese…
so-small sophiesoft and furryteaches mesafeteaches mesillyseriouslyserious stuff
another day, and another(a One-line Poem response to Anna Rozwadowskaʻs “Surrealism ” on Chalkboard)
she was more than a photograph(a One-line Poem response to Harper Thorpeʻs “Leftovers ” on Chalkboard)
He was distant, moody
and untidy
this garden(a response to “Image Prompt #15”)
ill seeds, surelyplanted herehidden withinthough daily i searchtearing this…
in the third person(a response to “Image Prompt #9”)
