Hour 8, "Olde Towne..."A Chapter by Chris2023 Poetry Marathon, Hour 8Hour 8 9/2/2023
“Olde Towne…”
Whispers shared and visions of wonders… walls and spaces adorned, all aglimmer with sight’s worth view. Windows leak dreams made real and pause-you-in-your-tracks favors of times hauntingly past.
Themes of could’ves, would’ves, mights, and even wannabes - caress minds and eyes, held conscious by themes expressed while smiles - leak from inside.
Foods of choice to try palates’ tastes, Galleries reflecting sheens and whims, brush strokes holding each visitor’s wish.
Art by the block - each a differing view of life and its touch - rhyme, reason, and depth.
I’ve wandered this world. Paused, dreamt, and wished and returned just to …touch life, yet once again.
Chris (C) Chris Twyford 9/2/2023 © 2023 ChrisAuthor's Note
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