Monday, February 26, 2018

Thoughtless--By Mary Bone--United States

Thoughtless

My friend tried to get into my head
To see what makes me tick.
She took a broom to sweep
Through cobwebs
And reclined on a couch,
Flushed a commode
And checked to see if there were
Bats in the belfry.
Dust had collected and sneezes
Erupted-
Leaving flowing lava.
There was nothing to be
Found except
Traces of
What was once
An imagination.

Mary Bone resides in Wilson, Oklahoma. Her poems have appeared in magazines and online journals. She has written two books of poetry and is working on a third book.

4 comments:

  1. Dear Mary,

    I love this comparison, taking a broom to sweep the cobwebs away in your head. Well written. Thank you for your contribution.

    Best wishes,
    Inge

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  2. Enjoyed reading your wonderful poem.

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  3. Dear Mary,

    Congratulations on receiving these comments on your insightful verse. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here.

    Blessings,
    Karen

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