Crumpled Paper
A longing ghost enticed my mind
And brushed a painting for me to find
Of your face that haunts me so
And there it dwells while fading slow
Among the ruins where shadows play
Are illusions that try to stay
They cross the bridge from painful times
And echo sounds from broken rhymes
While leaving poems to be found
Along a road of ancient ground
With hopes they're opened by a hand
Before they sink in shifting sand
12/31/16
contest Form C (couplet )
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
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