torn corners & confetti (i)
a poem in eight parts
by punkie
our memories
are so many
torn corners
tossed in celebratory purpose
like confetti at a wedding
left for another
to sweep off
the cathedral steps.
© Susan Macaulay 2015. I invite you to share this link widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.
Beautiful!
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Thanks Michael – seven more stanzas to follow ❤
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Lovely imagery.
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Thanks Heidi. More to come. I think you will enjoy it 🙂
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