To be polished

This one was a fun little bit of inspiration. It’s still pretty raw, but I’d like to submit it to a poetry contest after a little more polishing. Let me know what you think, if you like it, how it might be better, etc. Enjoy 🙂

After thought

Take all the empty space
give it away for sense
Change won’t hop in unless
tears forget to fall
dry up staring into the attic
chill winds wrinkle me down

out hiding among crowds absorbed
within themselves character
denied liberty and
recalled to the marbles
fingers bruising

blues sing flicked chords
strung between soft key tarts
and taupe color samples


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