shadows silenced her door
the day she died
her miniature roses
digging into earth
for a pulse
Filed under poetry
Tagged as Another Lost Shark, Graham Nunn, little truth, poem, poetry, writing
yes, ok. brevity is the essence of…(w/sh)it. incredible last image there, brother g. worthy of samuel beckett.
thanks matt. good to rub shoulders with mr beckett.
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