Saturday, December 21, 2013

bauble


Broken pieces
Amongst the carpet
Underneath the tree
Bleeding toes
Lights aglow
Evening time for tea

Written by K, Copyright 2013

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6 comments:

  1. ND MitchellDecember 22, 2013 at 2:45 PM

    I hate it when a bauble smashes, but the show must go on! Merry Christmas.

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  2. SusanDecember 22, 2013 at 4:33 PM

    Sounds like--despite the wounds--tree decorating was a success.

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  3. Sumana RoyDecember 22, 2013 at 8:01 PM

    nice acrostic poem...Merry Christmas

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  4. paperdollmomDecember 22, 2013 at 11:35 PM

    Thanks for reading!

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  5. Stormcat PoetryDecember 23, 2013 at 11:10 AM

    Made me smile. To me this writing reflects the beauty of the human condition in all its challenging splendor.

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