Strands

poem by: Gilbert J. P. III
Written on Jan 07, 2019 

Inside a lamp-lit warehouse room,
I found your blue brush on the floor,

Complicated brilliant plumes,
Golden chestnut tufts I adore,

I pluck the entangled rare fluff,
Exquisite collection of you,

Material is not enough,
Surrender possession adieu.

 

Tags: Love, Sad, Happy,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 07, 2019 at 1:02pm
A small memento of a lost love.......maybe?.....lovely poetry...
Gilbert J. P. III commented on Jan 08, 2019 at 4:30am
Thank you for the compliment Frank. You are correct! It is always harder to let go of the fuzzy brushes found in one's mind.

 

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