Poem Hunter
JM (April 23,1956 / St. Louis, MO)


Poem By Jayl Morris

The place was dark.
dark as night.
The place was filthy to.
filthy as night.
But in the center
in this filthy place
hung a horseshoe.
And it was bent,
Twisted and rusted.
Being an old doghouse,
I wondered what meaning
the display held
for my dog.
So, I asked her.
She is keeping her secret.
Gentlemen do not pry
In these matters.

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A nice poetic imagination, Jayl. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks