Misfits At Home Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Misfits At Home

Rating: 5.0


A muzzled noise,
and a frightened
look, and a tranquil
place, filled with
water and rust.
A shiney toy,
with broken wheels,
still the child plays,
in the middle of the
yard.
mama picks him up,
daddy pats his head,
and the door swings
open, and this house,
becomes a home again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 05 January 2007

Now there is a surrealistic radiance here, that although i can't place my finger directly on it's mark...it is there, my friend...it is truly there..and working all so well... Solid crafting, David frank

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Patricia Gale 05 January 2007

Delightful read...........

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