Abandoned, Not Broken
a house abandoned
walls caved in
the windows no panes
and the floors creek
yet still a spark of beauty
flawed and few
nothing inbetween
i stay reflecting on the past…
it used to be thriving
full of life
kids playing, people residing
the memories the walls hold
indents of several souls
the history of not one but two,
i take a step back
a dark shadow sweeps
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Categories:
rummage, absence, abuse, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Rummage and Cream
We celebrated on a ship abroad in a coffee shop.
We took our order to go, the view of the street clear.
The people smiled and adored their conversation.
A debate of what to try.
What to order.
This delicious smell.
Brewed dark, served light.
Foam covered lips.
A slited cap to release steam.
And here we are merely afloat.
We blend into
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Categories:
rummage, black african american, crush,
Form: Free verse
Rummage Sale Keeper
She handed me a small box old, yet still neat; what a find
The seventies faces staring back reminded me of better times
Time to play, summers visiting grandparents and hope
The future will be amazing; just stay away from dope
Walking around in the woods up and down the hills
Time has a way of being ok then not;
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Categories:
rummage, introspectionme,
Form: Couplet
Rummage
I rummage through my memories
Like a Meercat in the sand
The morning sun that warms my chest
Bringing solace to my land
Memories lined like domino's
Precariously arranged
Recollections stand like soldiers
Sentinels of ordered change
But tiny fingers scratch the sand
Like a digger at the grave
Disturbing everything below
Rearranging in the cave
For nothings ever as it seems
Sand is resting our dreams
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Categories:
rummage, allegory
Form: Sonnet
Rummage Failure
Even the ground looks cold.
Your left hand wanders like a rabbit
nipping for green things in a dreamscape.
It looks like a hermit crab
on an ice floe in a conch shell.
I will just lay here anesthetized.
My knee swells in its cast like a rock in a bonfire.
We can go out soon and see all the mittens
and
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Categories:
rummage, lost love, lovegreen,
Form: Free verse