Spilled CoinsA Poem by Doug
It’s cold outside with a sky The color of a filled ashtray. This autumn has started With big rain drops That fall like spilled coins. Quickly it came over me. My blue shirt smelled like The tears of Gods. They cried for the Adagia Only we knew. My Triumph idled badly And I wanted her arms Wrapped around me When I waited to see green. © 2008 Doug |
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Added on April 11, 2008 Author
DougSacramento, CAAboutOne night while I was asleep I had the words, "Veni, Vidi, Vici" repeating in my head. All night this happened. I want to somehow use this creatively. I feel like it was a sign to use it for some s.. more..Writing
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