Posted: Mon Aug 24th, 2015 09:34 pm
1 st Post
sometimes life feels
like an amusement park
closed too many years
paint chips on rotting wood
another pleasure leaves
a fun house no longer
a mountain of memories
left dying in quiet decay
Posted: Sun Aug 30th, 2015 08:47 am
2 nd Post
in media res
Read it several times over the days since you posted it.
Posted: Thu Sep 3rd, 2015 08:51 pm
3 rd Post
Love the title.
"another pleasure leaves" ...the line the whole poem turns on.
Posted: Wed Mar 2nd, 2016 05:38 pm
4 th Post
I am particularly fond of imagery, and yours elicited a visceral response.
‘paint chips on rotting wood’
I loved that line, and the next one as well.
Hardly an expert on poetry, but I know what I like and I enjoyed reading this very much. Thank you.
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