Hegira 2019A Poem by TheJordBakerSlightly updated version of an old piece.
Fields of pricked green grass
with a crunch of winter white as the rueful chroma in my cheek. Painful prudence tumbling fast I can't abide to cry so I hark the pattering of strangers' feet. Standing on the taciturn bridge watching the skyline fade to pink with eyes as deep as ceaseless wells, harmony cradles over the city ridge how resplendently, yet indistinct are the vistas and the foreseen bells. All the colours of the streets and the songs of wave and shore pass by as melancholy marvel flows. Crumbles on the sombre concrete with shadows on the floor under withered streetlight glow. © 2019 TheJordBakerReviews
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StatsAuthorTheJordBakerWashington, United KingdomAboutI'm Jordan and I've been away for a while, but I'm trying to refind my voice and work towards a couple of projects. In my late teens/early twenties I released two poetry collections which are avail.. more..Writing
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