Playing with innocenceA Poem by Michael OliverLooking back at these short poems written thirty years ago - I juggled them into a sequence
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
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1 Review Added on September 9, 2014 Last Updated on September 9, 2014 Tags: Life nostalgia AuthorMichael OliverAboutI 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..Writing
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