Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind the tears they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012
nice...windows are big mouths...esp when someone is sitting outside with a corn field handy....
ReplyDeleteoh wow, this really speaks to me.
ReplyDeleteain't that the truth.
ReplyDeleteWord, sistah.
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Well crafted. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteevery dark lacey doing - great poem
ReplyDeleteThis is a very eerie monster poem, Rene!
ReplyDeleteRene,
ReplyDeleteA rather scary, all-seeing window!
A clever use of the monster prompt.
Eileen
oh, man.
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem. Moral of the story...your secrets aren't safe anywhere! Even the house has ears!
ReplyDeleteThe Write Soil
I bought a book of sermons from those Trappists who make the fruitcake. One of the sermons said that when we die we are going to be handed the book of our life and told to read it aloud. So, get used to your flaws and your secrets.
ReplyDeletestunning piece.
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