Fragments (poems)

Some of these are old, some new. These are all things that I don’t think are going to turn into proper poems, but I like too much to discard.

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slivers and laughter
I shattered like glass
aground on the wreck of your love

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gleaming droplets trembling on orange petals
flowers after rain

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it’s bouncing off walls
and slamming closed doors

© bardofupton 2018

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