NaPoWriMo 2014 – XII

Door fragments post turmoil
in twister conditions.

Wooden shrapnel
sticks out of trees–

returned to the family
in shards and chips

after losing roots
and framing ape huts.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger