soundless everywhere is tangerine
flashing the skins of the rising sun
the birds are timid and quietly flying
love can never blame a love story

the friction of violins destroyed silence
yet so intoxicating and ears are sweetly submissive
hail oh hail the minutes of now
changing the moving pictures of truth

knowing this world without hesitation
feeling what hurts mother nature
brewing the aroma of a nearby rush hour
i witness the pandemonium of adults and child



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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5 Responses to tangerine

  1. Pingback: Blog of the Year Award « Retcon Poet

  2. Nicholas Gagnier says:

    I have nominated you for Blog of the Year :


  3. good poetry. are food for the soul.

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