Friday, 29 July 2016

Poetry Friday 4

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

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

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