General Poetry posted September 26, 2008 |
Just a poem. Nothing more...
Dried Memories
by Mike K2
A little girl finds love and
plays with it, for but a while. Then when she gets bored and throws in the corner, that doll. Perhaps our chance meeting was only a thought up, woman's ploy. Joy for an evening, studied and discarded; lasts year's boy toy. But the memory forever exists in me, like a cherished rose. For the simple reason, I can't believe, that it was me you chose. Maybe some day, you'll want to take another quick look. But please, don't put me with the others, in your press book. Put me in the dried earth, on a corner table in one of your rooms. Maybe one day, it will spark your attention, add a little water... To see what will bloom. |
Photograph taken 1981, by Michael W. Kohlman
I have other projects, but they can wait. This poem just came to me.
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