An exercise Clark gave me: write a poem without cliches and abstractions :)
You And I
I light a candle and in its flutter
open envelopes,
each one holds a piece of your past
I make old stories fly.
A child's ringlets
bounce in a mirror
new shoes skip
ten to two
eleven
three
Braces glimmer A child's ringlets
bounce in a mirror
new shoes skip
ten to two
eleven
three
lispered giggles behind cycle sheds
two-toned boy, raspy audacity
Lip-gloss, eye-liner, braided hair
strapless dress, stilettos
brisk kisses in low-lit alleys.
Recorded memories
for your eager ears
And in the last slight glow
snuffed out
I see your freedom dance.
***
July 2017,
Copyright Darren White
And in the last slight glow
snuffed out
I see your freedom dance.
***
July 2017,
Copyright Darren White
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