Clattering bricks
Tumbling, crumbling down to the dusty earth Ghost of a chimney bastion of hearth and home shattered by time Long used further forgotten overgrown trapped in a timeless tumult Watching over the prairie © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.
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My father kept the doll
A favorite of mine I hadn't seen in years She's missing her clothes But I love her still And my best friend remembered She got me a mug That I love And now I'm wishing I could Remember my doll Now in my daughter's room And when I "gave her up" © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. Deep
Royal Purple Downy Covered Leaves Trumpeting Upwards Splayed Trickling Downward Growing Faintly Scented Fragrance Accepting Simplistic Beauty © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. |
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