Chaotic Dog Eared Books
The ring from
your wine glass
left its prominent mark
of red saying
I was here
on your favourite
hardback book
Don’t books that have
stains tell the world
I have lived?
Like chaotic dog–eared
books facing up
towards the sun
where sunflowers
nod their gentle
heads of approval.
The Oak tree
rustles its old leaves
saying don’t worry about such things.
This poem has such a beautiful flow, simple yet metaphorical in what feels so big and how we hold onto things, how some marks remain forever etched in our minds. So much shared in so few words. I really enjoyed the poem. Thank you for sharing.
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