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Eerie & sad shoe, but I think I have been there before, in writing myself too & I can tell you we all get out in the end. K xx

Thank you Kahdai, I'm glad this meant something to you,

Shirley

'Outside, I am sure it is summer,
The window grows dim over time,
Cataracts fade out any feeling,
Dust has settled in layers and sighs.'

- love these lines, Shirley! I love the whole quiet yet brooding tone to the poem - well done ;)

Magic xxx

Glad you found me girl.... but wait .... "steel of your bones"... rats, tis not about me is it?

Seriously though, i am constantly amazed at the way you stuff your poems with atmosphere - i could actually be looking through the window with you.

David xx :--)

Thank you Magic, for reading and I'm glad you chose those brooding lines,:~}

Would you crush this sparrow David?
or would your fingertip circle my sun?
if the dew of your breathe
melts the dust from my eyes,
the shadows need never return.

I'm rather pleased you felt the atmosphere of this poem, I didn't know where it was going or what it meant, you do my confidence no harm at all,

xxx

Q: steel of your bones? are you bionic?

Metropolis

Lead me slowly
It is long since have I looked
Outside, I am sure it is summer,
The window grows dim over time,
Cataracts fade out any feeling,
Dust has settled in layers and sighs.
Lead me slowly
It is long since have I looked,
The steel of your bones is crushing the sparrow
The tyranny of cars banished the grass
Your blackened fingertip circles the sun,
I am feared of the shadows where once…
I lean forward, breathe dew on the pane
The looking glass faces the window
Outside, the trees have left.

I don't know why but that's where your poem led me, Shoe.
I know, I know, I should get out more :O)
Happy Easter.

An interesting version Mangone, one I enjoyed, Happy Easter Easter to you,:~}