glass excuses fall
crashing against your steel face,
to evaporate
and reform later, when I'd
visit your grave one last time
sending carrier
pigeons with messages to
your porcelain house,
red with shame and unpainted
siding, chipped and weathered with time...
A contest entry
- Apologies by catalyst..
450 points, ended October 6, 2008, 27 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow. I loved this. The imagery and metaphors were amazing.
Great write.

