Counting Colours; a requiem to changing seasonsA Poem by JIt is a brooding slant of light that bends watery shadows lengthening my bones exposing desires disguised as apple cheeks and frosty breath steel gray sidewalks that chronicle footsteps of left-footed imprints licking summer off my chin leaving the taste of defiant rain on shivering lips tucked in my back pocket with old news and worn down heels, the familiar bareheaded, seasonable reasonable reason discontinued winging its way to skies gone out weeping colour sucked to the depth of shuddering suns, closing doors. *** My palms shiver, quiver, wander in innocent places i never belonged wondering, wishing someone would add some symmetry, rhyme reason © 2011 JAuthor's Note
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Added on November 26, 2011Last Updated on November 26, 2011 AuthorJPrescott, AZAboutIf i had Do-overs …. i would spend my life making SPACES and PLACES that made me smile … and i would tell you it is first about LIGHT. then about character, ambiance, originality, SURPR.. more..Writing
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