I found a little poem
In the back drawer
of my soul
It was a fire opal
In a bezel of fine gold
I fashioned a lanyard
Of scarlet ribbon found
But I didn't see...
The knot broke free!
My poem was
on the ground!
I searched in
every corner
My fingers raked
the stones...
But I finally
Gave up the search
Due to my
Aching bones
Yes, i lost my
little poem
In the backyard
Of my mind.
I guess I will just
Leave it there
for someone else to find!
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/7/2017
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
I found a little poem
In the back drawer
of my soul
It was a fire opal
In a bezel of fine gold
I fashioned a lanyard
Of scarlet ribbon found
But I didn't see...
The knot broke free!
My poem was
on the ground!
I searched in
every corner
My fingers raked
the stones...
But I finally
Gave up the search
Due to my
Aching bones
Yes, i lost my
little poem
In the backyard
Of my mind.
I guess I will just
Leave it there
for someone else to find!
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/7/2017
Going through the doldrums.
If someone finds my muse,
Have a great time, but be sure
To return him! (Yep... a male!)
