I heard a laugh today,
And on the rolling strains
I saw your face again.
In unexpected ways
It seems the memory’s stained,
and still some trace remains.
Your laughter long away
Came creeping past the pain;
I see your face again.
6/10
A day to play with 3s: three triplet stanzas in iambic trimeter. A laugh, a flash, and a poem appears.
Shawn L. Bird 