Tonight's Poet Corner: Collector's Items
Collector's Items
by Belinda Roddie
Look what you started - you've pinned
my wits down like flowers in a book. All
the pages are brown, and the words have bled
together like black rain. The stories are all one
saga now. The flowers are wilted.
I'll discard this tome like all the others. You say
my thoughts and dreams are worth drying
and preserving, but in truth, they hold as much
weight as salt in the ocean, and they don't leave
nearly as much of a taste in your mouth as the
spray of the sea does in summer time.
by Belinda Roddie
Look what you started - you've pinned
my wits down like flowers in a book. All
the pages are brown, and the words have bled
together like black rain. The stories are all one
saga now. The flowers are wilted.
I'll discard this tome like all the others. You say
my thoughts and dreams are worth drying
and preserving, but in truth, they hold as much
weight as salt in the ocean, and they don't leave
nearly as much of a taste in your mouth as the
spray of the sea does in summer time.
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