Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

family

26 December 2013

 

family

is a dying noun,

waves goodbye

like the last sad circus clown.

Pedestaled, yet

left behind

by busyness, we rationalize.

family

is a dying clause,

the gathered dust

swept up in the moment’s pause,

a grammatical construct,

nothing more,

fueled by guilt,

a burdened chore.

family

is archaic, slang,

a gathering storm, a. noisy clang.

For all its flaws and shattered dreams

it’s all that is left,

it means what it means.

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26 December, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry |

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