Annie Cordelia Adams

Rookie (14 August 1991 / Birmingham)

Best Poem of Annie Cordelia Adams

A Little Picture

A little picture, browned,
Had a tear on its edge
Where moth and rust
Plagued it away
Wherever was this picture found?
In an attic? Where dust collects?

A tiny picture, profound
In all measure, fledged
With beauty like gold dust
A blooming fleur bouquet
Like an old tea gown
It was tossed with willful neglect

It did, very much, astound
Those who pledged
Their direct trust
Who lived in that day
Who’s beauty it drank down
In honest respect, its object

An old memory found
In a river of images read
The old photo must, ...

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Sea-Less Drought

not the dream I once for took
the sea has become mere memory
it was once loved, once seen
now lost and near unraveling

it was superfluous sight for my eyes
and an unneeded sweet taste
it grappled at my heart and word
until naught was in my breath but verbs

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