Invisible Poetry


Perfectly aligned teacups

on shelves out back, rows

of bolted cloth singing

in brilliant patterns

unsewn,  poems hoped

to be written and read.


Unsold cars destined

for a foreign purchase,

macrome beads waiting

for heavier string, and

an empty shelf with my

name on it.






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Starward's picture

I really like this poem. 

I really like this poem.  Your metaphors powerfully describe a feeling too many of us have experienced.


allets's picture

You know how

A line goes through your mind and you start with it. This happened like that. Thanks for the visit ~S~