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brick red floats along the streams of light
swingdancing like snowflakes she's
watching, endlessly, watching
words were her down filled quilt
until those September
the dust swept her
-- Julie Jordan Scott
Posted at 09:35 AM | Permalink
Beautiful metaphor of structure dismantled and dissolved. And she is wonderful.
Ron Potter |
December 09, 2013 at 10:21 AM
Julie, your poem elicited an audible "ooooh" when I finished reading it the first time.
Loved this, the visual and the emotion:
"words were her down filled quilt
Thank you. xoA
December 09, 2013 at 04:56 PM
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