Today;
early morning light splits
the landscape where land fills
with fallen sentimentality;
tossed for empty tinsel
a grandmother’s trinkets
meet our consumer reality.
A contest entry
- 12/24 dont give me garbage by martyr.
300 points, ended June 26, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I can see why you placed gold with this one, a grand poem here
congrats
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i really liked this, but the title didnt quite fit. great sentiment.
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Excellent.
Great flow and very
outside the box
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