Bread
There are pleasant memory types of poems,
and ones describing how the heart moans.
The ones I try to write are bright with light,
then the fingers turn them dark and of the night.
Shadowed, ghosted, and reflectively seen,
painted, playing on a discolored screen.
Some tell of stories and perspective views,
others speak to the my you of the you 's.
Sorry this ones is just to clear my head,
food for thought, consider this one bread.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Brain dump
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Comments2
There are all types of breads from sweet breads to sour dough. I love the metaphor it seems to fit well.
Many types of bread in the bakery, enjoyed the read
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