he was a sleepy baby,
keeping me reticent and full of youth.
the sky was rimmed with an incarnadine flare
and the thick pulse of vacancy hunched in stillness
while the train whistled and began a careful lingering
through the broken illumination of spirits.
you could be the luminary blues in an Asian based war
hovering and contrite with shadows for him
but the celerity from mother to bride
swore cold sweetness
hidden for one perfect moment
should i,
should i keep growing?
Author notes
not sure if you all know what this is about but.. i'll let it be known that i am proud of my outcome. i do need to edit some still but we'll see. crits welcome always.
this is the first of hopefully many poems.
love remains.
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no idea what this is about, but the mysteriousness made me read it several times. i enjoyed it anyway.
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Yayyyy!
I am so happy to have you back. I loved this in its entirety 
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