Sunday, February 9, 2014

Sunday Morning Poetry


This is not a love poem

my poems are made of things
the exact symmetry of your grin
a color you can not describe
the way you hold me like a disaster
an ill-fitting coat when it's cold
sounds from a car
the verge of tears
hands on a face
right before I wake up
I miss you
~ Amy Turn Sharp

Amy Sharp is a wonderful poet and a generous soul.  This poem is used with permission.  You can find many, many more right here

3 comments:

Marilyn said...

This poem is like a surprise. A surprise I like.

amy turn sharp of doobleh-vay said...

thank you so much xoxoox

Ms. K @ Write On Thyme said...

'Hold me like a disaster.' I'm still thinking on that one!

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