"adbandon" poems
Bits of food linger on plates
That Dangrosly dance
on the very edge of the counter top.
While forks and knifes
lay adbandon on plates
or drowned in dish water
Once beautiful platters
Presented a Lovely spread
now gone and devoured
and litter Dinning room
Now, the sound of snores
the clinking of sliver wear
sleepy yawns
with the sharp noise
of knifes scraping on plates
mingle in the air
Now nothing is left
but the remains of the turkey
now all bones and bare
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 10:37 PM UTC