Normally I’d write a short introduction to the poem and explain parts of it that I want specifically highlighted as it is read, but in this case this sentence is just a filler to have something here. This poem encases loss and losing.
MY TURQUOISE DRAPE
My torquoise drape on a corner puff
Sitting and in sad silence thinking
Of endings and not of beginnings.
Her dog, that beautiful Labrador,
Whines after his mistress’ heartfall
And pads softly away from it all.