Confetti
confetti.........
spiraling down
in my mind,
an angry clown
tears the fabric of
my life
with a silver
painting knife,
cuts the streamers
long and thin
in colored streaks
of might have been,
falling,
falling,
from the sky,
they float to you
you ask me "why?",
and then I'm not so
all alone,
the spectrum
of my grief has blown
bright confetti
on the wind,
straight to an
understanding
friend.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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