Couldn’t Be Heard
chasing paw prints
stationed quietly
like dead fish upon the beach
shells stab the feet
as elbows and biceps mesh together
forming one intricate collage
dripping with fluids
clowns walk by
tears painted on their face
because of those people over there
those people couldn’t be heard
crying
Debbie Budnick
my book: “The Writer Within” can be found on PublishAmerica.com
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November 8, 2008 at 6:39 pm
Nice poetry, I will look for your book The Writer Within.
YvonneW
November 8, 2008 at 8:24 pm
I’ll pass that on! Thanks for reading!
Dave