Winsome Sliver

December 18, 2011 1:43 pm EST

A phrase holds on
It rises and rides through the seasons
Filed away, it fills, instills, chills, simmers

Echoes of a slight suggestion
Build in the background of a quiet mind
Until the chaos writhes
And breaks through the winsome din

It was but one simple phrase
Several years left behind
A lone sliver of paper
The words still on my mind

Type: Poetry

Share this page on Twitter.