![]() A New England Love AffairA Poem by Veritasexlogos
What does she think?
I can't say, the way she sinks into her seat pulling at the edge of an admiral's pea coat. The way she blows pink sugar into a balloon after days of chewing it like hide. It eclipses her face and pushes against the popped collar of her lost admiral's pea coat. Instinct tells me she's missing. Her face in black and white making the sides of milk cartons more interesting. Like a lighthouse off shores too rocky to travel by foot. She's gone missing to her eyes despite every reflecting edge she has come to hide behind. Her keen eyes can see through the awkward young girl in the dirty sides of a skyscraper. The wind blowing her prismatic hair, she brings painted finger tips to organize every tiny sailor running from the storm. "Man your stations men! the storm will swallow us unless you keep your heads!" The captain would bark as he dipped into the boat's cargo of whiskey to calm his nerves. He wipes his courage on the wet sleeves of his pea coat. Her yellow fingertip rubs the engrained anchors typical of her coastal style. Turning to the lonely girl adrift in an oversized Pea coat she salutes. "Man your station." © 2010 Veritasexlogos |
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Added on June 10, 2010 Last Updated on June 10, 2010 Author![]() VeritasexlogosWorcester, MAAboutMy attempts at writing are nothing short than me trying to figure out what exactly to put in this very box. more..Writing
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