For Her
This is not a poem
it’s a seahorse
a mountain
a stone tablet screaming
this is not a poem
it’s a cigarette butt
a barking poodle
a flag at half mast
this is not a poem
it’s a rainbow
a Sunday afternoon
a resurrecting needle
this is not a poem
it’s a white shirt
a dancing caterpillar
a careful whisper
this is not a poem
it’s a summer day
a rubber tyre
a frozen memory
this is not a poem
it’s just a succession
of words before I say:
I’m sorry.
Brenton Booth lives in Sydney, Australia. Poetry and fiction of his has appeared in many small press publications including Van Gogh's Ear, Scissors and Spackle, Thunder Sandwich, Luciferous, 3:AM Magazine, Regardless of Authority, Dogzplot, The Kitchen Poet, Gutter Eloquence, The Stray Branch, Black Listed Magazine and Storm Cycle.
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