It's just poetry, it won't bite


09.27.12 Posted in today's words by

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter, and collagist living in Pittsburgh PA. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally, and globally in a variety of print and online journals.

By Richard Schnap

A vase of withered flowers,
A dusty crystal ball,
A pewter statuette of
The Empire State Building,
The joker from a deck
Of Japanese playing cards,
An engraved wine glass
From the wedding of a friend.

One speaks of lost summers,
One of cloudy futures,
One of childhood dreams
In a city made of gold,
One of the laughter
That’s the same in all languages,
One of the love
That’s the liquor of the world.

One Response to “Souvenirs”

  1. It’s nice to be surrounded by all those beautiful memories/trophies.

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