The painfully gained palette of,
a perspective's spectrum paints,
a sad sunset behind lonely trees.
The night's cold caresses chill
and down I lay in remembrance still
and lose myself by bleak degrees.
I wrote this in responce to "Wednesday" a poem by Concrete Jesus a fellow blogger
CJ's site
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Somehow I got lonely trees from your supplicating pines CJ.
happy holidays, dear anonant. thank you for asking me how i've been. you're probably the most loyal of loyal readers. :)
lovely lines
and thank you so much for composing this. Far better than anything I have ever done.
{I} - All of us who lived on that island with you are loyal subjects, to be counted as the most loyal of loyal is an overwhelming honor. :)
deola - Thank you for the visit and the complement.
CJ - That is BS man you write some of the coolest stuff I've read. Thanks for the complements man.
"loose myself by bleak degrees"
very well put - description of
depression.
I like this painting of yours. Great choice of colors.
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