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Bleeding Sunset
by Kim Thevenoti forgot how a sunset in arizona looks
the colors bending into each other
pulling straight all the misconceptions of the sun.
how it fires the breath of girls who
have yet to be breathless.
a feeling i remember dearly.
a memory that catches in my throat
blocking the way for tears
that wished to rust my cheeks
to colors you loved about me.
those purples and golds, splitting
the horizon into an idea i know
i was supposed to pursue into those
royals and regals. i was supposed
to run into the sunset and love the scorch:
maybe that was believed by you
because you hated how
the bite of winter chills me.
it reminds me of my grand mothers selfish death
are you happy now?
small differences bleed my respect for
you,
hypocrite.
reaching for golds from purple hands.
i remember why i haven't seen the sunset in so long
closed eyes best suit me
when bad colors bleed themselves on display
public affections running away. 11/27/2001 Posted on 03/07/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kim Thevenot
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 03/10/10 at 04:39 PM "blocking the way for tears
that wished to rust my cheeks
to colors you loved about me." For some reason I get a picture of the tin man with his oil can... This is quite good but I found myself a little lost in it. "you,
hypocrite.
reaching for golds from purple hands." I think it's the punctuation that throws me here. After the arrowed accusation of hypocrisy my wondering mind fails to connect... probably just me. I enjoyed it just the same, having never seen the sunset in Arizona. |
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