strangely foreign

they kept searching for a handful of diamonds
in hopes to save some for later years,
when all they would want to do was to immerse
themselves in the garden at sunset

they forgot to stop and smell the roses
living in the fast lane where moments and things
passed them by at a million miles a minute

by the time they spotted
a bucketful of pearls and peonies
beneath someone else’s window,
each of them had become a soulless entity
neither of them recognized


written for maypoeticwings 9/31, “pearls and peonies”

maypoeticwings is a Twitter poetry challenge hosted by @PoetessBecca and @BelezaAngel

© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved


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