WordsA Poem by Tracie D'AngeloWritten 7 December 1990They were words So harsh and scattered I knew they could be nothing more than words How easily they form Take shape Written clay to mold an image A desolate, destructive image To feed upon itself for survival but they were just words Can they be taken back Broken pieces out of the kiln Swept up and laid upon the heaping trash they are words And when spoken Who can forget © 2011 Tracie D'Angelo |
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1 Review Added on February 28, 2010 Last Updated on January 22, 2011 AuthorTracie D'AngeloAnnapolis, MDAboutI'm a 45 year old mom of 2 teens in Maryland (US). I work as an asst. librarian at our local elementary school. I also review books and write the blog for a local book store. I've just revamped my own.. more.. |

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