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Disposable emotions
under misty clouds of gray
Strawberry shaped corrosion
as I appear, dark as the lake
Smelling like distant smoke
from an imaginary fire
trying not to choke
as I sabotage the pyre
My memory on cassette
with a voice that cuts like glass
Though I try, I cannot forget
can't seem to let the moment pass
So, I cast them to the wind
or melt them bit by bit to ash
Those disposable emotions
I despise now that we're through
scattered in slow motion
those sweet memories of you
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
You wove the prompt words so wonderfully into this. The flow reads so effortlessly and each line is packed full of meaning. Well done!
Ah, those disposable emotions that simply won't dispose. They can drive a person absolutely bonkers.
This was so poignant, emotional ans relatable. Loved your poem!
Well done! Love the rhythm & rhythm too… ‘Those disposable emotions I despise now that we're through scattered in slow motion those sweet the memories of you‘
Beautiful piece, once again.