Friday, April 16, 2010

portrait / Shaun Hull

 
portrait                      

a world revolves around comfortable thoughts
words that have meanings only for you
pictures of reds and whites and
sometime blue
laugh past your painswept
unkept door

a portrait's face in patterns abound
names that come and leave
without a trace
to speak of
with you

remembering nothings but sometimes
somethings
walk within paint by numbers
grayed long ago

wave to the shadows
fading by
dance with melodies
you see them sing

memory washes clean with time
to not know why
or when

masquerades the same
in an opposite way
as the world creeps up
into you

swept into shelters behind frozen walls
grandfather's clock hands
a sentence

from time hello
until wave goodbye
a mind's instance

your sad and smiling
feigned repose

--
2007

Shaun Hull
Earth

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