with a veil made from
branches and raindrops
there’s a place
in my garden
no one ever goes
to sit
broken down
skeleton of glider
left hanging
in the wind
tattered flag
of patience
marking time
with rusty creak
and forgotten
expectation
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo.
Also joining in with PAD (poem a day) over at Writer’s Digest.
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April 23rd, 2014 at 9:15 am
I’ll bet there’s an image like that hiding in everyone’s favorite place…nice imagination, great capture.
April 23rd, 2014 at 9:25 am
“tattered flag of patience,” heck last three bits, spoke to me in a way that wind and the taste of rust does to a man who never met expectations. You’re rockin’ the hell out the month, Kell.
April 23rd, 2014 at 11:19 am
Ohhhhhh. We have several of those spots. I wonder if some energy actually rests in those places, gently swinging back and forth, content with the absence of progress…
April 23rd, 2014 at 1:32 pm
first, a really cool photo. next, you’ve caught that empty spot ~
April 24th, 2014 at 11:06 am
the tattered flag of patience…nice touch…the forgotten expectation could be read both good or otherwise….some expectation it is nice to be released from…