Playing with innocence

Playing with innocence

A Poem by Michael Oliver
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Looking back at these short poems written thirty years ago - I juggled them into a sequence

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The white day 
Passes the dry silence
The sun lies
Blind it's gold mask

Red pendants 
Stale cream sky
Subtle wind 
Moves petals clouds

Hot sunlight sparrows 
Forgotten mists end the dream 
Already in flight 

Only shedding tears
Comment on all transience
A hollow face 
From the dripping shaow

© 2014 Michael Oliver


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this is much like a painting..and in the last stanza, the colors are running because of the tears...the sharpness diluted with pain.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Michael Oliver

10 Years Ago

very perceptive comment had ot thought of the colours running but their this is a piece of juvenile .. read more

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Michael Oliver
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I like capturing the world in various mediums for a long time I was a painter, but more recently I realize the same imperative can be used to direct words as well as brushes. more..

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