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Thursday, March 12, 2009

Her View

It is colorless and void of being,
all still life this bleak view of mine
a sad foreign film always playing
before these downcast eyes,
even their peacock blue
a faded gray to match the looming sky.

5 comments:

T.J. Seale said...

I admire your poetry, I am glad I found you. Anybody who terms their self as an adventurer is part of my team.

You have a gift for expression in concise form, no fat to cut away, everything exists for a purpose and I like that, much as the pioneering of Hopkins in the Romantic period.

-Thomas

Linda S. Socha said...

I like your poetry. I feel I can walk with you through your words and know where I have been at the end of your path
Linda

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

So sad, this one:(

Lisa said...

it takes you there, your poetry x

CathM said...

Hmmmmmm - this one reflects how I'm feeling this week... 'quite sad and grey'!