Thursday, April 02, 2015


Her speech was coarse
her voice was hoarse
from a pack and a half a day
with every puff
it grew more gruff
and she an unhealthier gray

her hair dyed black
she had a knack
for making her lips bright red
clownish to some
but as sweet as they come
and I mourned when I heard she was dead.


Tara Tyler R said...

i'm enjoying your poetic charms - tho this was darker, i still liked it
i especially liked "and keep our blue haven revolving"
great stuff!

rch said...

Thanks a lot Tara!