Monday, 29 November 2010

Requiem For a Muse: Reprise

You were at your wake.

I sauntered to the bar and
ordered a bowl of my own

Because I'd time to see I'd never written more than when
you moved into my temples.

So, I sigh. Relieved. Resigned.

And push over my shot glass
for you to ink.

50-word poem by Lisa Falzon


  1. I'm grieving this year. The mark of your talent is how well you mix the colours of sorrow and solace. Thank you.

  2. Aww.. <3
    Thanks a lot for your comment.


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