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Kitchen
by Richard VinceCold floor, warm light;
Everywhere looks like
A secret in the dark.
The focal points of
Lives I will never touch
Draw my eye as I pass.
And above, the Moon
Shines through invisible
Clouds and tree silhouettes.
01/11/2025 Posted on 08/28/2025
Copyright © 2026 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Johanna May on 09/03/25 at 11:52 PM I see it. Sometimes you catch random lives being lived inside those focal points. To be a writer is to be greedy for all the lives being lived out there, the beauty, pain, lessons of it all we are not privy to. Good thing it can be written, was it Virginia Woolf who wrote an “unwritten life is not worth living” or what is Socrates? |
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