the light has sometimes painful burning but I miss the sun on my up turned face.
the
light
has
sometimes
painful
burning
but
I
miss
the
sun
on
my
up
turned
face.
the
light
has
sometimes
painful
burning
but
I miss
the sun
on my
up turned
face.
- Hoc Scripsi
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
nearly this weeks magpie - but it isn't.
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Spring is soon to arrive!!!
ReplyDeleteI may not be posting any longer, but I will always read your words..always..
You did not need the photo to convey the photo so perfectly. I know a few poets in Chicago. Do you Michael Robins?
ReplyDeleteMost clever of you ...
ReplyDeleteA timely poem of longing. Cool!http://judyidliketosay.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteMissing the warmth, too.
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I can feel the longing, the yearning for that which isn't here.
ReplyDeleteIndeed - nearly a jigsaw, but not...
ReplyDeleteOh lovely and thoughtful...puzzle piece...bkm
ReplyDeletePieced together, yet solitary pics scattering words well.
ReplyDeleteLove yout take on this one.
Sun? What is sun?
ReplyDeleteThere is hope in this one. Yes JB.
ReplyDeletewhaT A FUN WORD CONSTRUCTION..
ReplyDeletecreative magpie.
welcome join poets rally week 39, share a free or old random poem, make new poetic friends, have your work fully represented by the end of the rally..
ReplyDeletethanks for the time.
Happy Writing.
Hope to see you in.
xoxox