modern turns old
in my verdigris mouth
copper cupola skin
weathers newborn
ideas to deep tarnish
what once was a
smoothly articulate
vane in surmount of
my mind now stands
heedless of thought
bearing winds frozen
rusting in place
pointed permanently
at my cardinal past
Another from your very own Golden Age. No one looks time square in the eye as well as you.
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Agreed.
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much appreciated
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thanks kindly, mike
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Verdigris is one of my fave words. Poem is perfection.
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right up there with ambergris
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Yes, Ambergris too!!
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Do people really care anymore where the wind blows? No. But we LOVE the weathervane!
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in my stage of antiquity, I have no choice
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Some wonderful word choices here, especially “verdigris mouth” and “copper copula skin.” ❤
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I thank you kindly, red
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I contradict the poet . His portfolio evidences his 360° perspectives. Otherwise a fine piece.
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some days the world just seems incomprehensible
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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always most welcome
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Nice one… 🙂
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thanks kindly
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Cardinal! More varicose venial. Thanks
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thank you for commenting
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thank you for replying
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Great post, very inspiring!
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Wonderful imagery. Had to look up “verdigris” and “cupola”- incredible word choices. Wonderful perspective- I have to agree with Mike- 360 degree perspectives. Beautiful.
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very pleased that you enjoyed it, Jon
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Paul, aptly sculpted. You said curtly what I was trying to say in my longer poem, Desire for Change. Thanks again.
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a common theme among poets
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