In my tree with Natalie
spying on bags packed
and promises broken
I climb a ladder
of stolen pens
and paper scrapped
for inspiration
scrubbing free the
yesterdays
i revel in you
as eraser dust
blown away
nothing more now
than shadowed smudges
on weathered parchment
I like this one very much, comparing loss to eraser dust, brilliant;)
ReplyDeleteThis is good.. can i offer a few suggestions? if so email me..
ReplyDeletethis has a nice simplicity...
i'm really not qualified to critique anything. i'm a 'like it'or 'don't like it' kind of girl, having had the misfortune of once majoring in English Literature and henceforth the joy sucked right out of 'examining' poetry in any way....
ReplyDeletei can talk to you about it on an intuitive level...if that holds any value for you.
fwiw -- i like it. ;)
you know where to find me...
xo