the pitted parts
The Pitted Parts
the tattered hearts of my childern
on the sidewalk for all to see
the tinseled,brilliant dreams
clad in ugly feelings
stalk each nights dreams.
striving to regroup their
loves and lives
stressful moments popping out
not that they mean to be
the four pitted ones "shout."
may the pitts impart
a new recognition of life
Copyright ©2007 Carol Mitchell Burchettthe
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