Roll Top
Contentedness grows here
like poetry and night blooming jasmine --
sweet in the silence after dark.
Hidden in the roll top,
between pages of scratches
and volumes of age,
there are words with no memory,
but a soft drift of lilac instead.
They are safely forgetful
preferring sentiment over details
which settle on the years
with the stench of dust.
Poetry
Sunday, July 17, 2005
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Good morning, E. Not terribly coherent right now, but wanted to say I really like "words without mercy." Like the whole piece, but that especially. Have a good day! I'll try to comment more thoughtfully later.
ReplyDeletelol Good morning Erin!
ReplyDeleteNice combination of smells and words I like that
ReplyDeletethe old roll top! Glad to provide inspiration for this one. You even used it the same way I do...
ReplyDeletewhy is it that your desk smells better than mine? Mine just smells dusty...
ReplyDeleteDid I read "words without mercy" wrong or did you change it? I really liked that. Lol, I probably read it wrong (not hard to do @ 5:46 in the morning!)
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