One he drank before he was taken
A ton of his soiled clothes
Lay in a pile ready for washing
In the now vacant room
She knew she had to throw them out
Along with that empty glass
But she couldn't do it
Because getting rid of his belongings
Meant letting him go for good
Written January 26, 2019
© 2019 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.
This was written from a writing challenge where I had to make a list of words from the word "washington" and use those words in a poem. Those words are underlined in the poem.
Good job, Lena!
ReplyDeleteLena! Your words tell of a string that won't let go. A heartstring perhaps? Real and a dirty low down. So well written!
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