Leaves fallen
Dry memories
Crisp with the autumnal scent
Of the good times
Lost in the debris
Of discarded days
Lost leaves
Blowing into lost corners
That we might hear the crunch
And smell the scent
Of that time when there was love
And we did not argue
Because we did not speak
The tree is bare
The leaves have fallen
The crunch and pungency of lost
Memories rise up
And we see that
We, too, must leave
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joshua mertz
August 29, 2015
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Divorce poems
This is the fifth (or sixth?) in a series of divorce poems and the only one vaguely viable. Unlike sunsets, love, kittens and wonderment, divorce is simply not poetic. In fact, ingrown toenails, pustulant sores and the guillotine are more poetic than divorce.
Neil McKay
September 23, 2015
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Very few of my divorce poems
Very few of my divorce poems are fit for public consumption. But the writing of them is great therapy.
Neil McKay
September 23, 2015
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This one is actually very
This one is actually very well written.
Best line:
And we did not argue
Because we did not speak