Driftwood FacesA Poem by rachael dunn
The white picket fence You sat on for endless days Has washed up from nowhere
A driftwood spinal cord unfolds from a deflective surface vacant of ripples, devoid of vibration
Neutrality tips no scales scattering your unspoken faces into muddied shallow waters.
With no depths to discover Boldly offering emptiness Fools gold wrapped in a muslin cloth.
Checking into dissolute terminals Flying off to a honeycomb horizon carrying effervescent cargo. © 2011 rachael dunn |
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2 Reviews Added on March 23, 2011 Last Updated on March 23, 2011 Authorrachael dunnliverpool, merseyside, United KingdomAboutArtist,Musician, singer/songwriter,Poet and mother more..Writing
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