clipped and cornered,
ripped and unstrung,
make a sad sense
out of their silvery
linings.
Jagged, inept scars are
overlooked and forever
forgetting the spring,
the way
her perfumed messages
sneak off to the sun
and his golden-tongued
flattery returns
to sprout more magenta-blue
crescendos.
The swelling
colors cover-up
the drone of crudely picked,
plastic plantings.
Beauty is all.
It discounts
as it recounts
the bags’ ticked-off failings.
3 comments:
Don't know why I love it, exactly, but this piece strikes a chord.
Chip-bag phrases down to silvery linings pulls me into the piece. It's great, Francis. I love "flattery returns to sprout more magenta-blue crescendos."
You also nailed why I like wordles-- a connect the dots game. They can be fun to ferret out, and also provide a path when I feel stuck.
~Brenda
Oh, I do like this! So many wonderful phrases - From start to finish, this is a fine read!
@Brenda I've always been a puzzle person, so I think that's why it appeals to me. And it's hard to describe, but I like the way the words come together to "suggest" their story to me.
@Tumblewords Thanks!
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