Unspoken Disarray

Animal crackers,
a bologna sandwich w\ cheese,
a folded up paper napkin,
hearts in full freeze.

Photos of the children,
down turns to up,
Florescent office lights,
the depths of a coffee cup.

Voices in the background,
Keyboard typing songs,
a silent empty chair,
wondering what belongs.

Fuzzy black sweater,
mind in the air,
tears smearing ink,
a letter of despair.

5 FEEDBACKS

  1. Sarah says:

    I like this poem. It flows so well. Beautiful.

  2. Travis says:

    Sarah, Thank you.

  3. The Sparrow says:

    I like poetry which does not sends me to the dictionary :)

    The Sparrow’s last blog post..We are Prisoners of our Past

  4. Travis says:

    Thanks Sparrow.

  5. Travis

    Once again I like the visual wirlwind.

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