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James replied to the discussion Poetry in the forum Poetry 2 years ago
Kev! Yes sir you have nailed it most certainly on the head; and thank you for your interpretation its exactly what I was trying to get across here.
The real story to this poem was that I was sitting in my village square watching a family of four on a bench, gaze off into the distance. Some were chewing gum, they were dressed boldly in the…
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James started the discussion 'Grey Scale' in the forum Poetry: drips, spills n’ spells 2 years ago
They blew smoke-
but there was no fire.
They looked-
but vacancy filled their stares.
They sat coloured In bold.
And underneath? – Stone cold.
They chewed gum-
but nay, no bubbles.
And they were a portrait of the grey-
Amorphous shades
Waiting for favor, and a leash-
No longer connected,
to their necks. -
maryschurr replied to the discussion Poetry in the forum Poetry 2 years ago
❤ Beautiful, Kev!
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James replied to the discussion Poetry in the forum Poetry 2 years ago
The wondering world of the childs gaze how quickly it is torn from us. Beautiful thanks Kev.
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maryschurr replied to the discussion Poetry in the forum Poetry 2 years ago
We do have some talented members! Thank you, this was beautiful.
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James replied to the discussion Poetry in the forum Poetry 2 years ago
🖤 Thank you Eliza.
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Eliza replied to the discussion Poetry in the forum Poetry 2 years ago
I saw it come in while I was driving and had to force myself not to pull off the road. Wow. We’ve got some talented and spirited poets in the house over in this corner of AV. Very nourishing.
Thank you James and friends.
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James replied to the discussion Poetry in the forum Poetry 2 years ago
Kev thank you sir for taking the time to read! 🖤
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James started the discussion A poem on the cusp of Spring. in the forum Poetry: drips, spills n’ spells 2 years ago
‘Another Chance’
She extends herself to my nose
After months of frosty famine
I am reminded of her now as the midnight fades
Months of reflection lift chin from furrowed chests
The seeds have taken
And the germs re-animate themselves
Another chance
That’s what she whispers. -
Eliza started the discussion Poem word challenge in the forum Poetry: drips, spills n’ spells 2 years ago
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