RipplesA Poem by DoreenIt's what it is.The river flows over empty promises depositing sediment in the form of confusion and stagnation leaving a bad taste in one's mouth.
I hang on your every word.
Gritty are the grains of sand left for inspection: affectation over articulation; all the better to hear you with, my dear.
Skim a stone across the surface leaving ripples of insecurities and questions past.
The message is clear. © 2012 DoreenAuthor's Note
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