Sean Rackley Poet Free verse

On the Shelf

Behind the books
And old photos
And baubles precious,
Knickknacks sentimental;
Behind the masks
Is hidden a heart
Layered in dust
Does it still beat?
Is there life?

The door opens
In comes a mighty rushing wind
(Or a sweet gentle breeze)
Books, masks tossed aside
Dust blown away
Shelf is clear
          “CLEAR!”

Lub-dub, lub-dub
Love did, Love did

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Darlene De Beaulieu January 29, 2018 at 8:44 AM Hello Sean, nice to meet you. The shelf tells me you are ready to put a other book in that space. Have a nice day my friend.

Lara Wash March 18, 2015 at 5:26 PM Hi Sean, Your poem was lovely "the shelf" reads to me as if you're ready to pay attention to only one wonderful one. Thanks for posting your poem.