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slowly i say goodbye to summer, to the sheen of sun slipping down limbs and to hopeful magenta brushstrokes across september sky, whimsical reminders we can find our way back. so it begs to be asked back to what, the sparkle and glimmer of your mind, the lazy low tide of your thoughts or the shoals that keep secrets begging to be gathered before the fickle moon employs its pull. if you were a shell i’d hold you to my ear and wait until you collapsed into my name like you used to do. but we’re both split between personalities and circumstance and veils and truth be told i’m nearing my thinnest. i want you spread across me like sunscreen. i want you atop me like tan into my pores. it hurts that just as your fingers drag along my burning notions you turn jack frost again. as if i haven’t suffered long enough i now dread the same slow turning of the leaves. it seems a long time ago i was handed three darts for five dollars to go win a prize. now still with the taste of vanilla ice cream and warm waffles spun like a ferris wheel at the back of my throat, i can watch the season shift coldly away and you can go on throwing holes into my heart for free.
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I like the prose format. It made it feel differently. 🙂
hey stranger lol thank you! something i’ve been experimenting with & trying to ‘make it mine.’ i think it may stick around awhile 😉
This really hurts. Ouch!
The last line is so ruthless.
You’ve got the reader’s attention.
Just want to know – who is this for? Haha.
Great writing, Joseph. 🙂
i’ll never tell…. lol
thank you, Terveen 🥰
Hi Joseph! Painful but I enjoyed reading this, nonetheless. Some beautiful metaphors:
“I want you spread across me like sunscreen.”
“now still with the taste of vanilla ice cream and warm waffles spun like a ferris wheel at the back of my throat, I can watch the season shift coldly away…”
Hope you are well 🙂
hi Sunra! it’s so nice to hear from you! i believe this is the first time we ever talked! lol thank you so much, i truly appreciate it! i’ve written sooo many poems that have yet to be shared, but i’ve wanted to change up my ‘style’ lately and wanted to bring my own element to prose/poetry. it’s been refreshing and working my creative mind for the better.
i am doing as well as i can be 😊 how about you? 🥰
HI Joseph! I’m good, thank you 🙂 Ooh, we have talked before a couple of times on your previous posts, but not to worry! I can live with being so memorable lol!!! I’ll let you off 😀
Definitely enjoying the prose style, it’s a really good one to employ, it absolutely changes up the poem in a good way. Sometimes, it lends it some intensity.
Wishing you well ❤
I’m SO sorry!!!! My memory is often horrible!!!! I’ll have to make this up to you! 😉😂
Thank you, I’m enjoying the fusion of poetry & storytelling, so to speak.
I’m wishing you more than well (and a few more brain cells for myself so I can properly remember what I should lol) 🥰
Ha ha ha! Don’t worry about it 🙂 It was ages ago. I’m sure you have your fair share of working brain cells!! 😀 I look forward to reading more work. Wishing you well too, have a great week! ❤
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