Empty bucket -
Silver paint bits flake off the rim
The handle rusts,
It sits in in dust
Waiting to be filled.
It is old -
it has no holes
though the walls wear thin.
Dull and still -
The breathless object
Keeps air within its well.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
2:04pm
Don't let the pause go on
for too long -
Turning blue
under the name of patience
Peel back the hues,
just before the grey --
A shiver of a colour,
I once knew before
returns to my cheeks
and I feel the warmth.
for too long -
Turning blue
under the name of patience
Peel back the hues,
just before the grey --
A shiver of a colour,
I once knew before
returns to my cheeks
and I feel the warmth.
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