Semi-Daily Scribbles

Driven to distraction
Our window looks out over discarded plans
Clear vision clouded by trial
The scenery changes with each argument

Life revolves around a broken rule
The blue shutter for show
Doors that stay shut
A cold frame where secrets take root

If I read too much into it
The reason does not rhyme
Poetry for the pretender
I upbraid your reflection
Shattered relics serve us well