METAPHORS OF NOTHING ~ Poem

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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

flapping frosts

over fields and woods

to suffocate

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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