ExperienceA Poem by ConstanceMy reaction to the ten word challenge by Albert's poetry Cafe here on Writer's Cafe. The words given are bolded.In the silence I wonder that I shouldn't be One of life's forgotten casualties- The last water-drop in the empty vase That cracked at its swollen throat Or the withering blossom fallen To stain the fine-grained wood With the residue of sick, sweet pollen: A result of a quick, surprise ambush By the overfed cat called experience In the silence I wonder that I shouldn't be Yet, thankfully, I am not.
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