in my red briefcase
no notebook, no calendar,
no laptop, no pen
only stones, rocks, dust
the things I know will last
July 17, 2014 by Rosemerry
in my red briefcase
no notebook, no calendar,
no laptop, no pen
only stones, rocks, dust
the things I know will last
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged impermanence, poem, poetry | 2 Comments
I don’t know if you really have a red briefcase, but the red of this one—red of blood, red of sunrise, red of Eve’s apple (probably a pomegranate, scholars say, “apple” being a generic term)—well, it speaks to the whole issue, doesn’t it? So much in such a small poem…
Hi Joe,
I do really have a red briefcase, but I added the color as the last word in the poem … Love all the other places you took the red … Thanks, Joe!
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