What is Paper to a Man with No Pen?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It is the broken down woodwork

of a house now filled with

the echos of a past torn apart 

by the child who never cried out for his mother 

It is the rotting old doors

where opportunity once knocked

but which kept away all creativity and hope

no chance but through the lock

so rarely without a key

It is the walls 

which held our lives together

but all of the artwork has fallen around us

drifting away with each passing breeze

leaving only the edges

pressed into the dirt 

with tacks once sturdy enough to hold masterpieces

It is nothing. 

Submitted: August 12, 2020

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Bert Broomberg

A really enjoyable poem. Good job.

Wed, August 12th, 2020 1:34pm

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