The condemned meth house
Was loved once. Tulips gaze up
At boarded windows.
Pigeons tend their young
On the roof of the porn shop
Where love is defiled
Daffodil heralds
Raise golden trumpets to sound
A fanfare to Spring.
Gleaming fairy-eyes
The wanton winks of fireflies
Sparking in the night
Quality poetry with depth, interesting imagery and content steeped in the author's love of history and literature. Scroll down to my profile on the lower left side of this blog. It references my writing credentials, which include a nomination for a Pushcart Award, and being chosen by the North American Review as a finalist for the James Hearst Poetry Award. Personal Favorites: "What if Wile E. Coyote had Caught the Road Runner" "Whatever Happened to Clyde Clifford"
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 28, 2010
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