Sunday | February 19, 2006

Gold

at his breast a tarnished fake

trinket that he shared

with a genuine woman

a fair girl who didn't

want much save his

love and his smile

and his honesty but life deserts

hope deferred until without

home hearth or health he

fades from this world

in a wisp

of dusty painted

gold

Posted by brianwarshaw at 17:30:44 | Permanent Link | Comments (2) |
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1 - hope deferred, until without...

seriously mugs, that makes me really sad

not to mention his likeness to his trinket...

Good work. It makes me say to myself...Lord, don't let me

become that man (Comment this)

Written by: Anonymous at 2006/02/28 - 11:29:37
2 - Those poems were indeed "off the hook." I like your stuff Muggs. A few images I didn't connect with, but I'm assuming that the goals of your work are more personal anyway. I felt the poems were very unique and poignant. I really enjoyed the bottom three poems. Keep up the great work! Well done!!! (Comment this)

Written by: Dave at 2006/03/02 - 00:11:39
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