Friday, February 25, 2005

2 SHOTS AT SHORT POETRY

... attempting a haiku

concentric circles
on the water
her life's reflection


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...not sure what form this is supposed to take but here goes

lonely footsteps
on empty floors
echoing
sullen whispers
to hollow walls


for words
are all I have...
no big bucks,
no mansions,
no pillars of gold
come the day when I'm too tired and too old
I'd like you to say of me, "she wrote".

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My Life
My Short Stories
The Junkyard