pallets and promsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertopallets and proms
the
partial masterpiece still stands in the
corner of my mind an attic's rendering
under the cover of backward feeling
resistant to the
chippings of time the paint still fresh kisses my breath the brush against my
tongue
intrigue sets in water
color under a vibrant moon even with the dust as
wardrobe
we haunt the old boards of memory and laugh into each
other's arms with the same daunting
colors like we were still 17...
erin-cilberto 7/20/17 © 2017 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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8 Reviews Added on July 23, 2017 Last Updated on July 23, 2017 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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