Written for: The Twiglets #320 - broke as a rock
My heart broke
when the rock
of my life shattered.
and roll, broke
sits on high rock
in gray light. Stares at rubble
after the storm
He thought he discovered gold.
To his chagrin, lo and behold,
he had it assayed
and became dismayed
to find it was pyrite, not the mother lode.
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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The first one is my favourite this week.
It’s always sad when it’s a mismatch. 😦
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