January 6

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Funny how
the fog appeared,

from nothing,
a haze

that revealed itself
as night fell,

two gradients,
both with a soft affect,

dark streets not as hard
floating under mist,

the helipad guide lights
dreamlike candy-colored orbs–

although it could be
that I am so tired

that I love everything,
indiscriminately,

just for being.
It’s a strange response–

or strange reaction,
or repercussion,

or compensation,
or reciprocation–

That. That’s probably
most apt.

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7 Comments

  1. Your poetry is pretty good, not too flamboyant use of language, sometimes much is not so good, you are using a fairly simple language and you do poetry without being too cheesy

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  2. So nice. “so tired that I love everything indiscriminately, just for being.” Perfect! And I love, love, love the repetition of end sounds in stanzas ten and eleven. The last stanza is so powerful in its simplicity and wording. Thank you.
    Sally

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