Jim Milks

Rookie - 12 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

Her - Poem by Jim Milks

I sit
Alone, Tired
Watching the clouds drift by
The sun slips down day into night
Beneath the coldhearted orb I see her
Still. Her memory haunts my dreams.
Memories are all I
have to hold, so
I sit

© JPM 10/1/08

This is an experimentation in formal poetry, this is known as a Rictameter.

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  • Jackie Renee (10/1/2008 10:07:00 PM)

    beautiful. so much emotion in such few words. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 1, 2008



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