The Fifty Cent Tour

Monday, April 25, 2016

the uninvited



Photo credit: Tom Chambers (via The Mag)


I have no room
to graze
there is no place
for my kind 
of alchemy here
I have to hold back
my hands now
knotted
into white linen
aching
a courtesy uncomfortable 
uncommon
I have no salt
to shake


Rene-2016



5 comments:

  1. Beautiful! Perfect response to this!

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  2. It must be difficult to hold back your obvious and apparent alchemy.

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  3. No room to graze indeed....a brilliant take on the prompt Rene!

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