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Keep that piece of me in your drawer

with a trinket of our time.

Bottled laughter and a thistle


where socks lie

in privacy; never seeing light until

stood upon

Discretely walking over the smiles

and the prickles

of past lives….

To pastures, new.

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6 responses »

  1. Pingback: Saturday Poetry Sampler #6 – Poetic Bliss « Lyrical Anarchy

  2. Lovely. I like the idea of walking over smiles and prickles, what a wonderful rhyme, really defines the poem. Maybe the difficult/bad bits in life are merely prickles that have to be tiptoed over discretely on your way to the bits that are really worth enjoying and living for.


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