Postcard Poem 3 #NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 3, 2024 | 4 Comments

Scraps of paper fall
on the floor — petals,
leaves, leavings. Later,
perhaps, as snow, dust,
they drift, transform
to fatigue, a flaw,
a fatality.

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4 responses to “Postcard Poem 3 #NaPoWriMo”

  1. Bridget | April 4, 2024 at 9:58 pm | Reply

    I like the paper scraps as snow – still working on the transition to fatigue.

  2. Bridget | April 6, 2024 at 8:07 pm | Reply

    I suspect all is fatigue these days

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