colour me
hues of pink
let
words reach out
brushing your skin
a scent you love ~
caress your mind
for I ask ~ what it is
you seek ~ when you say you
love poetry
the quintessence of
words you read~
your own conclusion
drawn ~ ?
watching artists
at work
doing what they love
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Brian at dVerse whose birthday it is today *smiles* has us writing a piece 55 words in length. It must be a story and can be prose, poetry. I hope mine fits the bill. This is also shared with the G-Man at his place as a little surprise (because Brian is sneaky that way)
sounds of revelry spatters the night split skirts ride high on corners trading skin for money eyes of youth through windows stare to lie on backs open legs - knees bent MISCHIEF ~ but never kiss the lowly have it tougher battering or death, risks lined up on the street calling 'honey what you want' are they empty remembering the little girls they were and how they sell themselves exhibiting their wares but who am I to judge the top girls don't have corners there's no mayhem in their world unlike the street lamp hussling tease and flaunt their 'goods' they do 'a job', as I do mine and who am I to say this is how they live their life from day ..to day..to day ©jmtacken Sept 2013 Feel free to pass on 3 words :-)
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