EchoesA Poem by Jamie WilkinsonIs there softness in the slowest decay of blurring lamentations past, or the gentle end of a frayed photograph from one too many hasty hands. Is there subtlety in the murky waters of flooded pot-hole puddles, or the grained skin of sea-tossed glass from one too many shattered nights. And is there love in the warped wood of forgotten oak-lined porches, worn with trails of mud soaked boots from one too many dirty children. And is there any method in telling a dignified echo from one of defeat. © 2015 Jamie Wilkinson |
Stats
98 Views
1 Review Added on June 7, 2015 Last Updated on June 7, 2015 AuthorJamie WilkinsonMontreal, Quebec, CanadaAbout23 year old writer/poet from Montreal, Canada. more..Writing
|