An ode to the disused

Life goes on, even for things that are not alive

Multi-coloured shreds of plastic packet

meet the wind with fleet feet free

and take by skeletal fingers the limbs 

of never ever greens to dance all day, 

not in keeping the hours of 

       fickle 

       flowers 

  fading. 

Reviews

[Dearantlers]

The fleet feet free is a mouthful, but I like the way you did. The way you did the flowers fading is new to me, and I like it!

[razormuse]

Interesting thoughts. Melancholy for sure, but very meaningful. I liked it.