Monday, 26 August 2013

My Words (Poem 2011)

Today my words are empty,
They stand like used milk bottles,
Vacant and neglected,
Fragile, unprotected.

They once shimmered in sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep
Until I ask them in,
Now they're left for another day,
Because no one lives within.

Today the skies have darkened,
A heavy leaden grey,
My words
That once were lively,
Have softly slipped away.

Tomorrow a gust of wind may blow,
I might hear a shattering sound,
Those perfect shimmering milk bottles
Lie in pieces
On the ground. 

(Image: Google)

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