Not a poet really, but poems are easy to blog. This came out of another of Jenny Lewis's wonderful poetry classes. A response to a picture (I leave you to guess what of)
CD collection.
This is all that is left –
half the names gone, the hard edges
blurred by the white light of the lamp.
Our music has left the room.
Elvis has left the room.
You have left the room.
All I have are hard edges,
a carved up half-life.
Nothing worth saving is left
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