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Click hereThis I will remember
as the summer of no sun.
Dreary, endless days
interrupted by torrential rain.
She walks in my memory
wearing red flipflops
and shining hazel eyes.
Here, though, everything is dim.
A gray, colorless spring
after months of white, colorless winter.
I wake and go through the motions
automatic to the last
jeans, coffee, cigarette
car, drive, cigarette
work, coffee, cigarette
all in the same bland hue.
She sings in my memory
and she thinks no one is watching
her red, pouted mouth.
Here, though, everything is quiet.
Even the birds have stopped caring.
I ache for color, for life
but I go through the motions
automatic to the last
email, coffee, cigarette
car, drive, cigarette
home, tv, cigarette
all in the same bland key.
She moves in my memory
with her lithe form
and all the shades of her laughter.
Here, though, everything is muted.
I dream in color but live without.
This I will remember
as the summer of no sun.
the feeling as we've had a rather gray and dreary spring as well.
i really enjoyed this,
well written and a
nice flow,
good stuff.
thanks.
~ J
....but this is too graceful to pass up, considering you have just started posting here again.
your poems are quite arresting in spots, and generally read very, very well.
i noticed you have a penchant for repeating the beginning of a poem at the end. in each instance, that has taken away some of the power of the poem as a whole for me.
i hope you keep posting here. you have a lot to offer.
patrick