She holds light in hand,
Speaks in the secret language of raindrops,
Smiles a million thunderstorms
which washes my blues away..
She moves like midtowne taxi
erratically racing
Speaks in the secret language of raindrops,
Smiles a million thunderstorms
which washes my blues away..
She moves like midtowne taxi
erratically racing
a top paved emotions
oft stalling at red lights held
upright by cracked asphalt
and concrete tombs
disguised in my words.
I fall upon dead silence
a quickened sound of flash
'tween red and green
stuck somewhere cautiously
oft stalling at red lights held
upright by cracked asphalt
and concrete tombs
disguised in my words.
I fall upon dead silence
a quickened sound of flash
'tween red and green
stuck somewhere cautiously
on the yellow
of her light.
kdtaylor, 2006
section 8 coffee publishing
all rights reserved
of her light.
kdtaylor, 2006
section 8 coffee publishing
all rights reserved
4 comments:
She moves like midtowne taxi
erratically racing
a top paved emotions
I like this line. Alot.
speaks in the secret language of raindrops...
stuck somewhere cautiously on the yellow of her light..
like these 2 lines a lot, a lot ,yep yep
What I especially like about your blog is that the pictures that you choose, always convey a little something extra within the original context of the poem. Basically providing a "face" to your "voice."
cant pick one line...i just like the whole flippin piece!
you do have a way with the pictures!
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