Thursday, May 8, 2008

friday five


in a house built on sand
i found our love written
on a crumpled note. i
took it to the beach and
let it go in a plastic bottle.
i thought the unhinged
door was a sign of things
to come, when i found
your dirty handkerchief
laying next to our bed.
i new it was over for a
lifetime of tears lay in a
puddle on my pillow.
sometimes, it's just
stepping on a hockey
puck, laying on the stairs.


Anonymous said...

A sad poem. It reads like a song. I like how you used the images from the prompt.

Michelle Johnson said...

Wonderfully written but, very sad as Christina said. Good, strong images played out to the end. Have a nice weekend.

Anonymous said...

Beautifully written, Leah. You very much own your words, thoughts, and emotions. Thank you for sharing them with us.

Anonymous said...

Hi, I found your site through the 3 word wednesday blog and just wanted to say I really like your style of writing. I feel drawn in to your poems and the images they create. I also like what you said in your profile and couldn't agree more.
thanks for sharing xx caroline