Sunday, April 05, 2009

Poem a Day, April 5

April 5, 2009


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memory is a ruins of fallen leaves,
strewn bodies, broken glass

the 3 am hauntings, morning
unable to clear the debris

so I crawl into the past
with some crayons and paint

some color here, a scribble
on that wall, flowers planted

and just like that, arches where
nothing stood, grave stones

mark the burial of shadows,
and the cessation of hauntings



* image by Hareguizer, Chapter House


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