Sunday, October 7, 2012

Poem of the Week

Last Shred of Paper

Swimming against a background of midnight blue satin
gulls flew overhead
out beyond sight of the window frame

no other human connections within the stone walls
remained not even a memory of their footsteps
from a world gone past.

Last desire burning away in that forgotten fireplace
the tiniest shred of paper that bore the words
“Life simple and free”
blew past the grille
down the narrow staircase
into the violets gracing the
front doorstep

never to be seen by anyone brave enough to pass by.