im getting glasses;
contacts never could
hide enough.
10/04/2005
Author's Note:
getting colder every day
(not the weather)
i know you can't see it; the color is called 'snow.'
Posted on 10/05/2005
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joseff Marat on 10/05/05 at 06:14 AM Jeanna, the following is a fagment for hope. From sadness to joy.
... fall, like flowered snow
and rain like tears from frozen eyes
gently too, then rest upon the field
... fill, as from a kiss
and warm the sun within your heart;
spreading from a cherry blossom bough
Colored on the canvas white
pink and brown and green
rooted by the river bank; you'll grow |
| Posted by JJ Johnson on 03/08/11 at 10:59 PM I use to have these red lensed sunglasses that I thought were really cool until I almost died driving through a red light that I thought was broken. Apparently their coolness blinded me to the danger of proceeding, like those who cruise through 4-way stops. Living in a rose tinted world never kept me safe from my trouble and pain. Something tells me you get the reference... JJ |
