Poetry Friday 4

Probably the last in the Poetry Friday series, but you never know. 
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Pollution

Smile,

teeth yellow, etched

with history.

Smoke from a

thousand chimneys,

a million cigarettes,

motorways of exhaust fumes.

Wrinkles form crevices

dust filled canyons.

Particles from the beginning of time.

Kisses in Chrome

Orange light

floods the room.

And I see me,

a pale reflection,

staring,

eyes captivated by the snow.

Swirling, falling, chasing,

Kisses in chrome,

monotone reflections.

Cardiff Rain

Thin mist

gorges the flesh

like a thousand

tiny insects

infiltrating,

invading

the skin.  

 For previous poetry Friday's click here and here and here