Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #346
"It Suits Me Fine"
Using one suit from a deck of cards for poem.
Put in the ground with a spade,
small wooden marker placed.
Those who thought her forgotten
did not see the man with a knot in
his heart, as he lay a bouquet on her grave.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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