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Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #1972102

Written for “The Amazing 55 Word Story Contest”


MEMOIRS
 
 
Frail and delicate
the yellowed parchment
thirsted for another drop.
 
Wrinkled hands
reached to touch
the memories.
 
Veins like rivers on a map
pointed the way.
 
He pondered
 
as he slowly
dipped the quivering quill.
 
How could something this hollow
be filled with such life?
 
A yellowed and cracked
still hand
cradled
an empty quill.

 

~~David

 
 
*Paw*
    *Paw*
 
*Paw*
    *Paw*
 
 
MEMOIRS on my WordPress page  
 
 

3rd Place Winner of Round 20 of "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" 
 
I read this poem at several venues.
A list of my open mic poetry readings is here "Open Mic" 


Word count: 55 words
Line count: 17 lines
Form: Free verse
Written for: “The Amazing 55 Word Story Contest”
Entered in the following contest:
Shadows and Light Poetry contest Round 20 due 11:59 PM WDC time Feb. 14. 2015
Prompt: No Prompt

 
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