Image offered by Tess for Mag 213
Wordle 154 offered by Brenda for The Sunday Whirl
Of All The Things I've Lost
I Miss My Mind The Most
I am shivering
and hoping I shall soon heal
and the rows of spots
will fade on my root.
It's all been a pack of lies.
That shining razor
was not in my pouch,
not this time, I growl.
You burst
on the scene less one
tooth (I have it here),
your tats exposed, your red shoes
gifted from heaven.
I need a damn plan.
Mending socks, that might be good.
I needs me some socks.
The moths have been in
my drawers and I found one
lying dead in there.
Overfed I guess.
Maybe not.
March 30, 2014 1:55 PM
Written for Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales
and Brenda Warren's The Sunday Whirl
whew! Very strong words.
ReplyDeletePowerful poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the story behind, View From The Northern Wall.
I curse my brain for being so selective in its memory.
ReplyDeleteIt happens to the very best of us! I think there are a good few marbles knocking around in here though
ReplyDeleteI like this especially the overfed moth.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is good and the background info is interesting, too.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Chris...you are a creative genius...
ReplyDelete*blush* well then... I think I will be 75 before my ship might come in and with my luck I will die at 74. Don't get me wrong. That'll be all right.
DeleteA fabulous incorporation!
ReplyDeleteRed shoes gifted from Heaven.....what a fabulous vision that would be! I get told to go Hell usually, while I'm after new shoes...!!
Very well done.
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