*
.
a sip of smoky
vision will you
drive back
.
I could figure
your steps
a figure past
the sill
.
once more
sweet words
a kiss for us
.
a lot not said
no to compromise
I pick up a stub
what’s left of you
.
there’s still some
fire I could use
of you do not remove
.
don’t take this spot
quit erasing words out
it’s the blue in between
what I look for
.
.
.
.
this is wonderful. such a vivid picture that implies great untold depth. thank you for sharing this.
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You are welcome, thank you for reading attentively…
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I nominated you for an award. You don’t have to accept it, just wanted you to know I think you’re awesome! http://throughthefogpoetry.wordpress.com/2014/03/08/304/
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Thank you for your compliment Antanya!
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Wow, I really loved this…
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Thank you!!
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The way you express remembering is timeless, mixing the senses. “A sip of smoky vision” So great.
**stay inspired!**
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**I will J**!!! Glad to read your comment and appreciation…
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I sip your words and they warm me
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Good, glad you can benefit from them! Thank you for your comment 🙂
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you got flavor and vision and a eye for detail. i dig it
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Thank you mistermaxx, it’s a very nice comment.
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Love this poem- can’t stop rereading it.
malart
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