Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Childhood Things


Childhood things are too big, and wounds are half-healed.
Time is filled with pain, social aggression and pinwheels.
I hoarded the stings, overlooked simple treasures.
To wish them back is age's Epimethian measure.
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  1. Jon RichardJune 12, 2012 at 9:00 AM

    This is one of my poetry prompt poems. Today's prompt centered on an object from childhood, but this poem doesn't come close to resembling what the book asked me for.

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