collides with bare
skin. dripping down
bark and brown
oak leaves. too heavy to float,
drift, twinkle. the season fails
as one by one, lies
are whispered, “Peace
I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.
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frank, eloquent verse. tony
Thank you for stopping by and thank you for your words.
great imagery… so simply effective
Thank you. I love the feedback.