Sunday, February 5, 2012

I just can't write long poems

It's true. I really suck at them. So here's another short one.

Dinnerware

Her resolve shatter-scattered like
plate on ceramic, losing itself with
dust and crumbs beneath the gas stove.
Obsidian eyes followed her denim to the
closet for broom and back, where she
stooped to dispose of the fallen, so
delicate the former design.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2012.

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