#405 – beneath the floorboards

beneath the floorboards


is it too late

to be great

to circumvent

the wasted time

twisting up

my fate


have my dreams

once fresh

like fruit plucked

from the vine


in the hiding places


the floorboards

of my mind


is what’s left

a desperate grab

to extinguish

my regret

or can I find

a stone

to carve my

life in permanent




my prayers

leave crystals

in the sand

for futures

to reflect



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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