I put on earrings today
the ones with the bronze suns
I woke to a blue sky
in winter
Lipstick on my lips
for the first time in 6 years
I laughed at my old fool
reflection
Sighs and forlorn stares
had long graced my view glass
now a clean canvas
before me
Most tentative, the first stroke
such a daunting liberty
my pallet still holds
all the colors
Could one forget how
to see in the mind’s eye
the shapeshifting forms
of the spirit
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
I put on earrings today
the ones with the bronze suns
I woke to a blue sky
in winter
Lipstick on my lips
for the first time in 6 years
I laughed at my old fool
reflection
Sighs and forlorn stares
had long graced my view glass
now a clean canvas
before me
Most tentative, the first stroke
such a daunting liberty
my pallet still holds
all the colors
Could one forget how
to see in the mind’s eye
the shapeshifting forms
of the spirit
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