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Earrings
by Joe CramerShe left her bronzed earrings on my dresser
Some sort of wire hoop thing with a hook.
I sat them aside momentarily, awaiting the time
When I could call you to take another look.
Instead, you promptly called me and said
That you would not care to ever see me again.
I tossed your cheap, junk jewelry in the trash.
To think, I thought you would at least be a friend. 10/02/2007 Author's Note: my sordid love life...
Posted on 10/02/2007
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/02/07 at 09:02 PM I really like this. Such simple words but they evoke a feeling of betrayal. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/03/07 at 02:08 AM Good strong metaphor. The "earring". the call. The listening, the circle of events. A memorable poem, circular and sad, but clear and intelligent. |
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