Monday, August 1, 2011

what once was loved.


She has a mind for corners
& dying cigarettes
Half bent on the grass
Like an archway to the bees
Swollen- trotted
it’s always-something

she calls on him
& hears his voice
Though never sees his face
Her finger laces the air
She moans – I’m such a liar!
The deer scatter, a window opens

The sun setting like it’s broken.

5 comments:

Notes She Wrote said...

beautiful poem :)you are talented!!


Notes She Wrote

R. Grace said...

Love your writing.

Stevie Leigh said...

This is beautiful! So glad I found your blog.

Krysten @ After 'I Do' said...

Very pretty.

Newlymeds said...

just beautiful.