Reading What I Wrote

Reading What I Wrote

Feed back about my work has been mixed lately, those that liked it read it aloud; those who didn't like it didn't. Once my poems were read aloud, those that didn't suddenly did. So, I post this advice: read my poems out loud, you might just hear something you didn't know was there...

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Outside Chair


Bright orange chair
In front of a deep black door
Sitting alone atop a staircase
Waiting for someone
Something
Anything at all
A strong wind
A tired dancer
A few flurries of snow
Maybe even some activity below
Keeping a vigil
Even without patience
Or consequence
Except rust

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