I stop to stare
by Innerdialect
Other people's pictures in new offset, triggering fading faces - other people's yards, an old bike I used to have, colours I once loved. I changed. They did not. How did that happen?
I used to pray for a new song, a new house. Now am satisfied and have forgotten the old rush of new things.
Today I saw new flowers in a tattered window. The colours ran like unruly dye all over my mind - gaudy red blood crimson smearing my ideas with unkempt lines...wheels within wheels within wheels...turn, turn, turn...to a time when rhymes were babes and we were new like pages fresh off the press.
Today I stopped to stare at the gifts you and I have so freely been given and I'm sitting here unashamedly wanting what I have. You?
(confessions of an insane-joybug)
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