What We Have Written Here

what we have written here
stays here and makes a carving
of a name.Yours and mine.
oh, there may be no use of them anymore
what is past is past and every verb
you have put in any line has
thawed like frozen cubes
turning into liquid, something that
describes us, we are past our age
of another year,
all these poems become nothing
but adjectives
simply stated, another part of speech.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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