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I See the Words Penned in His Eyes
by S. Pelham FloodIts a picture. Not of mebut of me.
The eyes are Post-its,
neon blue, expressive and full
not dingy bar, cheap wine bottle green.
Face like melted glass,
a twenty year-old, caged,
Eighteen year-old foolery;
suffocating sweater hastily knitted,
but it keeps him warm
for now.
Its just drunk face, they say:
See vodka tonic in hand.
Post-its are mere bookmarks, to them,
why not raise the flag?
Would they notice that
Hes a wallflower in red
against a yellow wall,
might as well be yellow.
09/22/2008 Posted on 09/22/2008
Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 09/23/08 at 12:38 AM A response to this poem would leave me...speechless. Wonderfully sad, ironic,and yet the beauty of this piece is beyond words. Stunning, absolutely stunning. |
| Posted by Kristi Paik on 09/23/08 at 05:53 PM although i did love the color references made, my favorite would be the post-it being brought on. I am actually working on a post-it piece that has taken me way too long. Great and creative piece man, thanks for posting it. |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 09/24/08 at 03:33 AM mmmm... drunk face. I'm feeling this. :0) |
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