Monday, May 10, 2010

Ridden down rose,
under the bicycle tire

the chain caught on your white dress

the sky asleep on your front porch
like a cat, that's forgotten its home.

3 comments:

the.caitlin.burd said...

hmm--poor rose... i see it as a little girl, perhaps 4 or 5, with her white sunday dress on, heartbroken.

i love how you picture things, and how you phrase your picture; "Ridden down rose" made me grin.

I'm so glad whenever you post :D my eyes brighten and i start bouncing in my seat... what new poem did she write?

mkr mouse said...

Caitlin, you are so sweet! :) Thank you for the encouragement! I really appreciate your vivaciousness towards life. :)

Jen said...

wow! I had no Idea you were such a poet. I am impressed!