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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
Call me Hanq 
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
How so very hauntingly melancholy. Love it.dk
You touch many chords of recognition here. Love your line, "Silence whispers sonnets sung of summers passed". Just beautiful.(also a montrealer 🙂
Bonnie, I loved that piece I selected of yours because of the green lips. Excllent.
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.
nice alit henry…and the offbeat stanza that starts with July…frickin awesome man…some really great lines in there as well…
hmmm…sounds like someone is missed a great deal. I feel tugs on my heart strings with this one.
listening to winter's song
This was fabulous to read! I really enjoyed it, thanks!
How is it that bright hot summer days can sometimes feel as dark as deepest winter? You captured the essence of that mood, Henry.
smart twists …enjoyed the whole piece, well done.visiting from poets untied,invite you to join poets rally today:http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com/bless your day.
A beautiful piece Henry. Wonderfully rich and engaging. // Peter.