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Bleached

February 7, 2011
By Marblewolf SILVER, Locust Grove, Virginia
Marblewolf SILVER, Locust Grove, Virginia
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The quality of a person's life is in direct proportion to his (or her) commitment to excellence, regardless of his (or her) chosen field of endeavor.


The sun is warm on my face. I can feel my pores opening up to absorb the light and heat. A train blares in the background. The wind blows, picking up strands of my hair and tangling it in front of my eyes. The sun highlights each dancing thread. They appear golden, with red tints that seem to glitter when they blow too close: a kaleidoscope of color compared to the everyday brown. The texture of my skin looks like peach stained snake skin, its lines and planes reflecting the fragmented light. The brick building throws most of the courtyard in shadow, but the bench is heated, standing in the fast retreating sunlight. It would be a warm day if not for the wind. The ground is trodden and muddy. What little grass remains is dead, brown, brittle. The sun begins its slow descent from the sky and the shadows begin taking over.

A tinkling sound punctuates the silent air; a set of wind chimes hang from a dignified evergreen that stands as tall as the second floor. The small garden beneath it is empty except for mulch, leached of color, and a few dead plants.

We are all ready for Spring.



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blondiej said...
on Feb. 17 2011 at 4:37 pm
This author never fails to impress me.  The imagery is so strong, you can see the colors and feel the warmth of the sun.  Excellent!

SierraBell said...
on Feb. 16 2011 at 3:52 pm
Ahhh...Reflections of the hopeful winter's end with anticipation of Spring to follow! Nice!

on Feb. 11 2011 at 8:42 pm
Shadowfoxz DIAMOND, Washington D.C, District Of Columbia
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I have new work coming out every week. Yaay.

Heh, I am unsure whether this poem is happy or sad it seems to fluctuate. Regardless, love the imagery!