Barbara Moyer

(Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada)

The Trunk - Poem by Barbara Moyer

Octogenarian figure kneeling nostalgic solitude,
hesitant fingers unwrapping precious bundles,
perfumed aromas opening delicate echoes,
skeletal arms caressing battenburg lace,
pressed violets stirring autumn memories,
butterfly ribbons hugging blushed whispers,
sepia photograph peering silent dignity;
buried emotions

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  • (1/22/2007 10:43:00 AM)

    I like your poetry. Keep writing, please. Barbara (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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