Monday, 20 November 2017

A Poem a Day (67): Sweeping

Written for Dan Mader's 2minutes go writing exercise...


It slides and it
This thing by the wayside,
This sliver
Of a lie
Speckled with dust;
A shimmer of an age
Fast vanishing into air

Spring steps out
With a sigh
Upon a blackbird
Cast adrift in a
Faint blue sky,
While all else ends in
A crimson-coloured red

These times are made
For changing,
This life by the wayside
Cast in dust,
Clothes worn too long;
Fragile bones ache
In this rigid earth
Discoloured and dank.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 10, 2017

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