I won't forget how to paint the sky
with Wednesday hidden softly
somewhere behind your mood ~
and an old wooded brush
that still breathes deeply
within my hand
curling thoughts and pieces of yesterday
upon a space I dare to acknowledge.
The sound of your voice
familiar to me
speaks in cosmetic tongues
showing me how to get back
to the girl I coloured in
with the windows down...
Author notes
Prompt -
As Long as your Eyes are Blue
A contest entry
- PIF/10/10 by AliceinPoetryLand.
700 points, ended May 15, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thank you so much for your beautiful entry.
Gaylene
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Beautiful!
Great visuals here -
and an old wooded brush
that still breathes deeply
within my hand
I have an old wooden brush
Best of luck 


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This is truly beeautiful and so creative...what a wonderful take on the prompt...your style and talent always shine.
Best





