I'm going to submit several threads and each thread will contain a photo. Please feel free to post a poem in the threads with the photos that inspire you.
In the corner, spilled boxes
Withering glances, strewn flesh
Dust and pistle and
dried up feelings,
Why he came and when she
went
monochrome their feelings,
Raged once and banked again
Make the simple twist
the twisted simple. I ask
she gave
Once questioned forever left.
Those wooden strictures, those scaffolded holes
St Andrews cross He brought
His sueded ones she wore
against the crossed timber
And wood does that to Me
He said
Everytime.
