Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2012
what is it
this thing we do

trying to paste pieces of infinity into scrapbooks

as if we could

yet somehow...
Thinking about my compulsion to collect

shells rocks leaves driftwood lava rock from the beach....
Eileen Prunster
Written by
Eileen Prunster  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
351
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems