He had carried her for long years
A sack...
So heavy at times
He could barely move
At the end..
So light..
He barely felt her presence...
Through the countless years,
He would often
Place her on the floor
Where she sat silent
Soft and pliant
Waiting…
Often, when bored
He would rummage through her contents
Seeking treasures
Poking and prodding restlessly for hours
One hot day….
Wandering down strange farscapes
A small tear opened in her soft surface
Small particles of herself
Dancing away in the hot sere air
He never even noticed
So absorbed was he
That she had fallen to pieces
Silently
Drifting away…..
alone
Don
EXQUISITE!...:-)
Mike the Binman. . . . .
Strong piece..........
Rodney Evan Bohen
Such a poignant poem...in a good way!
Excellent,
Reindeer
I can't find words for this except ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!
Ian
such a great way of putting it
I love it
Mister
~Joseph
In Spirit,
Bear
David