Littered with Memoirs

By lupus tenebrae

 




Who would’ve thought
that what’s left of chalk in silhouettes
could ever love a mud- 
encrusted wedding veil

And hanging life, like gardens
in a different time,
were once bouquets, dry aging
once more, withering.

Déjà vu’s the spice of life, for now,
though frittering its relapses, again.
when litter starts to sell the world a memoir,
it's funereal, with every single tide. 

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Copyright 2013 lupus tenebrae
Published on Monday, March 25, 2013.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

More observational writing, where the litter tells a story.
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  • Devilish On Monday, March 25, 2013, Devilish (2662)By person wrote:

    My god i get chills from head to toe every time i read you. i dial in on each word like it's teaching me something, and when the , comes in i pause like hoping not to miss anything and just preying i'm inhaling it the way your sharing it. a fine teacher and amazing poet and i thank you for being you and giving me the time of day to teach me. bows sir. Scholar

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