Poem of the Day -Sun Dry Place

Sun Dry Place


Cool breeze; a tease a level place to spin a coin

Spool full of clutched thread; spun by spiders

Silver spoon stuck to breathing

Teams driven by spies.


Eyes glistening, chilled watery drips fall

Green dark winter leaves holding grief.

Pass judgement on fallen drifter,

The one with badges on bags.


Damaged shelter shabbily collapsing

Retracting; telescopic vision shrinking.

Angled hat slopes to catch the feathers

Pillows hard to crush the cold.


Bold and pressed in brass, the willow bends

Caressing the tepid waters edge

With simple brown shoes pressed in the mud

The labour is done




February 4th 2017

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright

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