Where Poetry Hides For Me
In pages of my unused colorful Journals,
too beautiful to be drawn on or colored on.
In the frame of photographs on my living room wall.
In the library where books are shelved away.
It hides in fall leaves that cover the grass.
In my emotionless eye of memories.
In the old collar of my dog that is in heaven, running around
HAPPY.
2 comments:
You have such a unique way of writing and it effects the poem tremendously. Hope to see more like this!
I like the way you used different font sizes to add exaggeration.
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