Today, to the bags of clothes
to give away
along with all
we’ve outgrown
or never wear
added the ghost of what was
(shaped as a wedding dress, all lace)
lifted it from its haunt
on the closet shelf
sad and relieved
to say goodbye.
Today, to the bags of clothes
to give away
along with all
we’ve outgrown
or never wear
added the ghost of what was
(shaped as a wedding dress, all lace)
lifted it from its haunt
on the closet shelf
sad and relieved
to say goodbye.
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment