food
RUBBISH
POETRY REHAB 101
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RUBBISH
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Discarded
Put aside
No longer wanted, tossed
Alone
Across a pile of the broken
The outdated, the spoiled
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Left to mingle and slide
Deep into the stench
Pawed over by claws
Food for the unbidden
The hidden hordes
Spiders, beetles, millipedes and roaches
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Decay descends
Pieces split away
Slime grows white, green and black
Rain dissolves the remains
Washes away anything
To prove I existed
Cheryle
Poetry 101 Rehab June 3, 2015
PHOTOBLOGGERS CHALLENGE – MAY 2015 – SPRING
The challenge this month is spring. Here are my photo interpretations of the month of May.
To begin I will refer you to a previous post a poem: The Sound of Spring Has Come to My Garden.
https://lightwalker1.wordpress.com/2015/01/18/the-sound-of-spring-has-come-to-my-garden/
Apple blossoms bloom bring about thoughts of fall fruit and pie
Hardening off tender plants in preparation for their days in the garden sun
Rhubarb leaves – poisonous, but the fruit is delicious
The taste of Spring, flavour ready to eat
However you enjoy it, Spring wakes up our eyes, taste buds and imagination of good things to come.
Cheryle May 2015