I find letters littered
on the dusty floor
of the past,
words I never noticed,
till now.
And suddenly,
ashamed and sorry,
I think perhaps
I wish I'd paid heed
to the light in the eyes
of those who'd agree...
who long ago
wished I'd paid heed
to the light in their eyes
as well.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
paid heed
Posted by Athena at 12:30 AM
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3 comments:
Beautiful flow and rhythm to this gorgeous poem.
Thank you. It's good to be writing poetry again. :-)
layered and haunting...
i like it!
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