peeling paint

          reveals pleasure's past charm,

warm tone licked virgin wood to blush.

crushed apple-colored peels, speckling loam,

beam in moon’s wining light.

bright shavings, decorticated memories,

veneries to be carried off by breezes.

Reviews

[Libby McKeown]

The imagery in this poem is clever, adroit, and so beautiful. I envy your talent. I particularly enjoyed the second and third lines; these were exceptionally formed. After reading tons of asinine poetry on this site, this was certainly refreshing. Excellent work!