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July My Winter

Silence whispers sonnets sung of summers passed
Weathered feathered dusty quill tips lay alone
Swollen eyelids secret hide behind dark glass
Barren pages blaring white bleach purged of groans
Purple curtains darkly tied forbid light’s pass
Missing laughter’s purring smile beneath crushed stone
July
My winter
I drink mint tea
And listen
To her sing
Silence whispers sonnets sung of summers passed
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12 thoughts on “July My Winter

  1. ha yes – the summers passed sonnets..i hear them – and they can get horribly bluesy every once and a while…i usually drink fennel tea then..i like the mood you paint henry – and welcome back

  2. You touch many chords of recognition here. Love your line, "Silence whispers sonnets sung of summers passed". Just beautiful.(also a montrealer 🙂

  3. Love the alliteration, and the short but dense and rich lines. And the mint tea, which I happen to be drinking at the moment. esp like "barren pages blaring white bleach purged of groans" –there's a whole morning for me in that one, staring at a notebook.

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