no one knows what lies ’round the bend
but you can’t stand still with a photo
in one hand
holding claim to borrowed memory
even a dead crow
dreams of color
sometimes
and everything buried will
eventually
rise
to the catacomb
of temporary
surface
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month. Day 29
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge.
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April 29th, 2015 at 9:54 am
magical ~
April 30th, 2015 at 12:01 am
echoes of Faulkner, but with your own compactness ~