the dot

easter morning
inside,
next to my bed lay my trusty rope.
stained from the day before,
strands of hair interwound.
plaged by the thoughts of yesterday turning circles behind my eyes,
tomorow never comes too soon...



Poetry by bob sherry
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Written on 2011-04-10 at 11:17

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Purple Phoenix
Like the imagery in this, and the questions it poses. Welcome to the bay Poet! PP
2011-04-10