PhotoA Poem by RWRPhoto I watched something on television About death The dead The dying I thought of My mother A photograph of her, I saw not long ago The terrifying maze, Lines distorting her face The startling spots, Milky eyes My mind became flooded Tender weave of
images Frightening and potent, Altogether self-centered Do these words, these poems gather anything
more than ego? Do they wander any further, than my own backyard? RWR © 2018 RWRReviews
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