Monday, October 9, 2017

Sonnet I

Connected memories
like fragments
are not enough to make
the heart grow fonder.
We slip thru the day like
vessels taking on water
Too little,
Too late,
not enough buk
shining thru
the politically correct world.
Give me an image
and I’ll craft a poem.
It might not be good.


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