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blue hues
dusted glasses
brimming with
the hopes
we once knew
the tip of my tongue
remembers as
we tread upon
floorboards that give
with bare wood
dappled in
fading blue hues
that follow the
parchment and ink
bound walls scented
of musk and leather
the oddity of comfort
in this place
occupying a time
encased in amber
brimming with
the hopes
we once knew
the tip of my tongue
remembers as
we tread upon
floorboards that give
with bare wood
dappled in
fading blue hues
that follow the
parchment and ink
bound walls scented
of musk and leather
the oddity of comfort
in this place
occupying a time
encased in amber
Published 17th Aug 2020
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Anonymous
18th Aug 2020 8:17pm
wonderful imagery. a dusty calling nostalgia bound by frames and color.
19th Aug 2020 3:34am
You have some fantastic imagery here! I love how the tip of your tongue remembers. It reminds me of how a snake will “taste” the air to check its surroundings. Well done and welcome to DUP!
28th Aug 2020 11:43am
This is amazing ... love the short lines ...sustains the cadence ... great line breaks ... the closing lines bring the poem home ...
27th Dec 2020 11:50am
