The Sound When Two Pennies Dance Around Poem by r.j. williams

The Sound When Two Pennies Dance Around



THE SOUND WHEN TWO PENNIES DANCE AROUND

My pocket change
Makes no music.
My wallet is anorexic.
And over this,
I can't tell
If I am blue.
I'm a visual artist,
And always stained
In every color.

Thursday, October 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art,poet,poetic expression,poetry
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