Anna Hopper Poet Rhyme

Unfinished

Failed to complete 
Project abortion
Fragments of dreams
Scattered, portions

Forgotten pieces
Abandoned parts
A plan was in place
Before I lost heart

The thought was clever
But never matured
Now it’s just clutter
From explosions, occurred 

Bursts of desire
Litter the ground
Minus fuel for the fire
To nail one down

Remnants haunt me
Each way I turn
What bridge is next
I’m ready to burn

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M. L. Kiser January 15, 2020 at 5:30 AM It happens all too often, well penned though and so familiar.

Freddie Robinson Jr. January 10, 2020 at 7:59 AM GrEaT poem, Anna!! There is enough creative muse fuel to spark my quill curiosity for smiles and smiles to go. Ty for this precious ink offering. An instant fave for sure. Supernova bright cerebral write! Love and more love always. Romantic Warrior

Gershon Wolf January 9, 2020 at 2:36 PM Explosive imaging of an all-too-familiar occurrence, Anna! Best wishes, Gershon

Lin Lane January 9, 2020 at 12:37 PM So many things we begin are left unfinished. Time and unforeseen occurrences are often to blame. Unfinished poems, a recipe we never got around to trying, and the worst of all is a relationship that ended with 'what if.' I felt the sadness in your thoughts, Anna.