adieu

a strained strand of mutiny

and the longing to flee

and the silence of honeysuckles in bloom

like the empty humanness; existence in a room

this is the sound of my memory of home…

© Grace Black


imageNational Poetry Month: Day 18

 

Prompt: The sound of home.

 

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30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,
Grace

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