A Rough Draft by mindgallery
It was all purple haze & shimmering film
from the blue light as the
television
cast it’s luminous glow from
the late night news
show
–
And it was half past Sunday
and ten past nine as
we lie here
stuck
in between yesterday
and tomorrow in
this
Combustible
bliss
–
Lashing ropes to the mast
and this too will
pass
through scattered sunshine
and pouring
rain
all those memories
down the
drain
–
And each evening we’d leave
a window to our
soul
slightly ajar and it was there
we found something
more
precious than gold in the
memories we hold
in our
hearts
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This may be the longest mindgallery poem I ever found on the Brooklyn Missed Connections. While the title “A Rough Draft” was used on several occasions, this particular poems incorporated a very unique photo – and I believe this may be the only example of it (and btw, the leftover pizza does look good…).
