Red

There
are old photographs
that are shy to talk.

Words
can be uttered in
different angles.

There
are paintings
that are grey and blue.

Words
can be said in
every stroke.

There
are actions
that are too intense.

Words
can be defined in
everything we do.

There
are two of us
falling in love.

Words
can be gentle
and true.

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to Red

  1. DeniseBalog says:

    Chester, I have missed reading your poems. This is lovely:)

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