Pictures hang upon my walls
...Camoflauged.
Between khaki colored paint
'n smudged glass of their frames.
Dusted for DNA yesterday
seems your traces have gone away.
Peeled the case from your pillow too
tears have rinsed away the familiarity.
Something tells me I need a new you
but I can't find the recipe.
Laughter stopped by for a moment
she fumbled through my mind.
But I quickly remembered my loyalty
to the guilty friend of mine.
So anyway,
whats new with you
Just thought I'd drop you a line.
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"dusted for DNA yesterday/seems your traces have gone away" these lines immediately made the poem interesting for me. "something tells me I need a new you/ but I can't find the recipe" this is my favorite lines, kinda amazing. This was a great little poem.
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Whoa. Brilliant. I love this. I loved the lines "Something tells me I need a new you but I can't find the recipe." That was awesome.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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Nicole
when you are ready, you will let go. You won't forget, you will just allow it to be a part of your life that is over. You don't believe me? probably not, not yet, but it will come. Sheila
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There are times when silence is a virtue, and then there are times when it must be broken. Monogamy is an interesting title for this piece as it deals with singular and often times marriage.
Such tension in these lines. Interesting concepts. "recipie" - recipe - just a teeny typo there.
Thank you for sharing this piece. A thought provoker.
~The Blue Lamp
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a good poem, a soft sigh of sadness floating around here, love 's wistful tune slipping in between the lines.
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