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Tuesday, December 28, 2010


by Jordyn Coats

The sobriquet of him:
Left in the end
after all is done.
Immortalized by day,
scorching in the sun,
and fabricated in dreams.
The altered state is caused by beams
shining too bright.
I know!
What I need is candlelight.
Not too dim, you see...
it's just right.
In the interim
of the moment's fading,
I'll be evading
even the surrounding glow
of the shadow cast
by the one who can't see the flame
as it burns soft skin.
We were both too close to him.

1 comment:

  1. A very fine piece of writing, artfully done, not prose in broken lines passing as poetry.