A Glass of WaterA Poem by Caius FrankThe ice in the glass of water next to me shiftsThe ice in the glass of water next to me shifts It makes a sound against the glass And suddenly I am on the leather couch of my grandparents The glass has my grandmothers lipstick print A drop of water falls down the side of the glass It has a smell I know that isn’t here © 2019 Caius Frank |
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Added on March 22, 2019 Last Updated on March 22, 2019 Tags: grandmother, grandparents, nostalgia, homesick, memory, sound memory, scent memory, smell, home AuthorCaius FrankPhoenix, AZAboutI have always loved to read and only later learned to write, which I love even more. I enjoy short stories, bouncy poems and experimental combinations of words that have a sense of rhythm and invoke f.. more..Writing
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