Your name is forever changing,
Listed, Split and slotted
Into my lotto machine mind,
You spin the handle to show me
A kaleidoscope of
Glass-bottle greens,
Sharp, shattered and recycled
Into bricks to pave my way,
As I window-shop
Other people’s lives,
Wishing I had the cash,
To buy their
Meals-at-the-dinner-table family.
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Author:
yours truly (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 19th, 2023 05:48
- Comment from author about the poem: Just some brevity. This one is quite abstract so feel free to put your own opinion on it!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Brilliant flow and use of assonance.
Thank you for your kind comment:)
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