Clothesline

A blog is like a clothesline
With garments out to dry
In full sight of whoever may
By chance be passing by

And though there may be colors bright
They’ll also be some holes
(So maybe, now, a drier
Should be one of my new goals)

An old and worn technology,
To journal out one’s thoughts:
To fill up pages with regrets
And shoulds and woulds and oughts —

But there’s some comfort knowing
Whether unknown, or renown,
Like clothes upon a clothesline
All, at last are

Taken

 
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Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant