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Beams
Cluttered yellow
and steely grey,
I hated not one,
but two of your
faces.
I tip-toed alone
across pine lined
ice ponds and
entombed my
DNA in puddles.
Then Summer came,
and warmed me up.
The sun a cluttered
yellow.
The sky a steely
grey.
and steely grey,
I hated not one,
but two of your
faces.
I tip-toed alone
across pine lined
ice ponds and
entombed my
DNA in puddles.
Then Summer came,
and warmed me up.
The sun a cluttered
yellow.
The sky a steely
grey.
Published 22nd Mar 2011
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22nd Mar 2011 6:44am
Interesting topic and I like how you described the different beams of light. Good job. :)
Anonymous
30th Mar 2011 2:53am
It took me a while to actually grasp what you were referring to. I kept thinking of roof beams haha. But once my slow brain finally caught up I read this piece again and it was beautiful. Even when I didn't comprehend, however, I was moved by the quiet beauty of this, the seemingly artless style concealing much deeper, more profound images. And the second verse was orgasmically good.
