We

all my cupboards

have been

stripped

                bare

but not

clean

 

without plates

how will we eat

                anything

left to gnaw on

the hollow scraps

of lingering

                dispassion

 

still we search

for a cup

    that wicked chipped saucer

even the blue black butter dish

(fast forgotten like wedding gifts)

has gone

 

prepared for a move

left only with

 crimson-curled lining paper

rendered brittle

with aging decay

                penny store protection decomposed

as though ravaged

by scavenging flame

 

they never look the same

purpose free

and without content

supporting the air

apathetic

(apologetic?)

wondering

                what will become

of we

the forgotten

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[redflutterby]

This is fantastic. Wonderful imagery and metaphor. Thanks for sharing this.

[ChemicalMadness]

I appreciate the kind words! Thank you for giving my words your eyes and thoughts...

[NakkedCowgirl]

This has strong imagery, and makes me feel a deep empathy. Thank you for sharing

[ChemicalMadness]

It makes me very happy to know I cause anyone to feel anything, let alone empathy...thank you so much for reading and sharing. I hope you find more that speaks to you in my work. I look forward to reading more of you.