Junk

Scraps are all that remain in my poem's domain, late, the muse retired

From trash to obtain a single refrain, from broken pieces once inspired

Tarnished with rust, covered with dust, I, glue bits and broken pieces

From decay of past dismay, mended hope somehow increases

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

This one still speaks my heart and condition. It floors me with each reading.🕊️🙏🏻

[Soren]

Thanks so much my friend for the read and most kind words they are cherished

[redd Brick Keshner]

Most welcome, Soren 🕊🙏🏻

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have discarded poetic efforts but often found them later and was able to piece together something that works...Scraps can be mended into really good poems....Been there, done that.
I like this...

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob for your understanding words they are most valuable and appreciated