Poems from elutnick
His hands were withered and wrinkled,
Swollen knuckles left in the wake of arthritis.
The smell of musky laundry detergent,
Cigars and warm...
A trailing tear that climbs to brush the sky-
The sunlight dances gold across its face.
A galaxy below so full of life.
A glassy mirror,...
Fight.
Fight for this life,
This moment that may slip away.
Cup your hands furtively as the water runs through
A sieve,
That filters...
When the pages of my life overlap,
Like colors, bleeding into one another
Forming an entirely new rainbow.
I don’t know
If I prefer them...