In response to the photo prompt
They were bright red on the day he bought them
From the impossible shop in the mountains
So far away.
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Like her throat in the heat of passion
As their skins moved like silk
And their lips were liquid joy.
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Now, faded, she gathers the leaves around their stems
Like a cloak over the beloved
As the colour, though not the memory
Fades…
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They were bright red
On the day he bought them
On the day he died.
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In response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, #writephoto




























Alluring and mortifying..those emotions can be felt..excellent poetry..
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Steve has a gift for poetry.
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Indeed 🙂
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🙂
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Steve manages to treat pain as if it were an ordinary emotion, easy to conjure and describe. He must be one hell of a human being…
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He has his moments 🙂
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How poignant, and beautiful.
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Powerful emotions woven into beautiful poetry. 🙂
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