The Harvest Series
Poem #2
There was a time
When the news arrived
On my doorstep in pieces
I got the leftovers
The bits no one else seemed to care for
The ink would stain my hands
I trace the frayed edges newspaper clippings
With my fingertips
And whisper there’s no place like home
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you wrote this? you've got talent girl! i love that it really creates images in your head while you're reading it. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kym! I'm glad you enjoyed it. The process of writing it made me want to pull my hair out, but I really liked how it turned out. Thanks again!
ReplyDeletethere's a tinge of sadness and longing in those words, and the last line re-enforce those feelings, I like that it's so simply put
ReplyDeleteOh, I enjoy this... especially the tactile nature. My #2 poem has some tactile qualities but this... so vivid!
ReplyDeleteI especially appreciate "I trace the frayed edges newspaper clippings
With my fingertips"
I like the idea of the news arriving in pieces as leftovers - very interesting image.
ReplyDeleteyes -- leftover news is a great idea. i'd love to know which stories others left behind for you! that would be a fun prompt/follow-up to this one. but don't pull your hair out. :)
ReplyDeleteFavorite lines:
ReplyDelete"...the news arrived
On my doorstep in pieces"
Favorite photo: LOLA!