Friday, August 30, 2013

Burnished Leather


                                     ... biscuits when the sun comes up / whiskey when its going down

            ... in between / his hands on burnished leather 
                                                               
                                                                                      ... midnight / in her raven hair




Photograph by Jerolek

6 comments:

  1. Dear Teresa, a whole day within those few syllables and actually the details of a life. Thank you. Peace.

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    1. It's the joy of micro-poetry, distilling a day or a moment in this way. Thank you, Dee.

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  2. That about covers the whole gamut. I like this and the nice thoughts it evokes. Nicely done Friend.

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    1. Hi Steven! So good to hear from you ... Thanks for the kind words.

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