Sunday, July 17, 2005

Roll Top


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.



6 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. lol Good morning Erin!

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  3. Nice combination of smells and words I like that

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  4. the old roll top! Glad to provide inspiration for this one. You even used it the same way I do...

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  5. why is it that your desk smells better than mine? Mine just smells dusty...

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  6. Did 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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