Penny's Poetry Blog: 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

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