Challenge

So my roommate said something, and dared me to make a poem

Folding white stones

Packing away the ossified pieces

Into my traveling trunk

The space between,

A crevasse with a tight rope 

 

The camera-eye flashbacks

Of mistakes we made

Follows us

 

As we track across the world

Staying here 

Author's Note

So my roommate said something, and dared me to make a poem with the phrase.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)