The hem of disappointment
may trail on bare ground,
pawing at the debris of love lost,
or
ruffled by a freshing breeze,
show the flirty limbs of love found.
[I was reading The Writer's Book of Wisdom: 101 Rules for Mastering Your Craft while on the bus today. I alluded to it in a recent post which inspired me to re-read it. I set the book aside after reading "Rule #50: The Discipline of Poetry Will Sharpen Your Sentences." I realized I hadn't written any poetry, excepting song lyrics, in some time. A few bus stops later the phrase "hem of disappointment" sprang to mind. Before I reached home I composed a rough draft of this poem.]
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