Memoirs

Memoirs
 
 
Frail and delicate
the yellowed parchment
thirsted for another drop.

Wrinkled hands
reached to touch
the memories.

Veins like rivers on a map
pointed the way.

He pondered

as he slowly
dipped the quivering quill.

How could something this hollow
be filled with such life?

A yellowed and cracked
still hand
cradled
an empty quill.

 
 

    
 

    
 

3rd Place Winner of Round 20 of "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" 

I read this poem at several venues.
A list of my open mic poetry readings is here "Open Mic" 


Word count: 55 words
Line count: 17 lines
Form: Free verse
Written for: “The Amazing 55 Word Story Contest”
Entered in the following contest:
Shadows and Light Poetry contest Round 20 due 11:59 PM WDC time Feb. 14. 2015
Prompt: No Prompt

 

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