Tuesday, 21 January 2014

trinkets in torment...




maimed woods and metals
lean on each other to make
a new kind of make-shift nest

grasses twine and bend
offering some charity
stray coin in a thread-bare cap

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assets
n e g l e c t
spirits

spirits 
a b a n d o n 
trinkets



 Linking to:
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday
The Sunday Whirl #144

9 comments:

Pealogic said...

I was really taken with your idea in this. Good writing.

Kerry O'Connor said...

It takes the eye of a poet to see the significance of an old wreck. Each line here carries its weight.

Kim Nelson said...

your last two stanzas are SO profoundly true

Belva Rae Staples said...

I really like this, especially the last line. Spirits abandon trinkets. It is so true!

Amrit Sinha said...

what a beautiful perception ... loved it :-)

grapeling said...

I think you caught it so well in so few words ~

oldegg said...

Scenes such as this are poignant as they hold unspoken stories to be imagined by wordsmiths.

aspiritofsimplicity said...

i like the every day in this very much.

Gillena Cox said...

a spectacular sharing; have a nice Wednesday

much love...

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