Wednesday, August 08, 2012


Vacant memory

Strange streets
sang slowly,
in songs redolent
with mystery,
drawing seductively
upon my open page;
empty, waiting,
ready to receive,
and yet tremulous,
not knowing
what would
be written,
or if the images
would need words
to hold them
in their place.
In response to Margo Roby Tuesday Vacation Tryout.
My challenge to you is to write a what I did during my summer vacation poem without anyone being able to tell that is your topic.


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