METAPHORS OF NOTHING
one more summer comes to nothing
and is shed like old skin
to look back into
its pattern of disappointments
painted into autums
mist of fire blanket
over fields and woods
those last flowers wearing collars of browning leaves.
bright beads of memories remain
like firethorn berries, red and ripe
hiding in white hands of hanging fallopia
blowing in the wind
holding onto no notes
eyes cast elsewhere-
such metaphors of nothing opiate
the silence and close conclusions
but behave like grunging groupies
behind the final curtain.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 13th September, 2009. MAVERICKS. All Rights Reserved
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MAVERICKS is my third published book of love and other poems. I hope you enjoy those you read and your comments are welcome. MAVERICKS By Strider Marcus Jones~Publisher http://www.lulu.com~Book Poetry Essentially, these poems are about Man and Woman...