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S o f t W a i v e
the room light
bulb blazes fierce
throwing like a noon
day sun
the shadows
askance
but theres a haze
softness rounded
on textures
eyes trained of a
months worth of
chilled snow crystal
rounded topography
chimney plumes
rising as a city bends
and speeds past
beyond bus window
dreamers
stretches reading
the black band
like a shadow
racing across
her curling
hip
cupped with light
like a wave
the patterns
of dreams
like leopards spots
reclining
down long
legs
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Comments
emeka ozurumba
Tue, 2014-02-11 04:13
very intricate piece
naturally this poem is to be aimed at simplicity but opens a labyrinth to depth askance
Esker
Thu, 2014-02-20 01:33
as i say..
in real life i mumble....have difficulty phrasing in
simplicity...my ordinary speech is a jumble
poetry was a magic world
still is....
its just a set
a scene
..
thank you..
Seren
Tue, 2014-02-11 09:20
Steven
I called in before bed to have a read, some great imagery in this one my friend beautifully done(as always) :)
much love JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Esker
Thu, 2014-02-20 01:35
descripts....
touring touring
the field of work always
changing
but not the worker
a set....
scene...
thank you..
Roscoe Lane
Thu, 2014-02-20 03:31
Another,
Another great read, almost as if it was magical. Regards Roscoe..
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.