On the Last Day of WinterA Poem by Brett HernanDedicated to the memory of the woman who smiled at me as I walked by, yesterday, in the Hobart bus mall in the last hour of the final day of Winter, 2017.Iris folds, in light skies blue, petal fabric, crinkled, Surrounding, a spherical darkness. A reflective pupil, wherein, despite, what you, might believe, it was, truly, impossible for anyone, at all, ever, actually, to really know what was going on behind them. © 2017 Brett Hernan |
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1 Review Added on September 1, 2017 Last Updated on September 3, 2017 AuthorBrett HernanHobart, Tasmania, AustraliaAboutLow-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..Writing
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