. . . . . . . did you know that i sit next to you now in the tiniest house of time?

colors you keep

colors
of
what could be
but
are not.

they show
on
your face

why aren’t they?
i ask

what keeps you
from
being you?

© r.e.l. 12/19/10

**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 17 Journey and The Road Ahead (1/9/11-1/15/11) on Jingle Poetry

Received A rose 4 U award from Jingle Poetry

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7 Responses

  1. jingle

    love this one so very much, the art is breate taking..

    December 21, 2010 at 10:03 am

    • thanks, jingle… glad you enjoyed. i found the art on Wikimedia Commons.

      December 21, 2010 at 10:05 am

  2. Jingle

    Thanks for sharing, dear!

    A++

    support by visit a dozen poets starting from the latest entries…..

    Happy Tuesday. :)

    January 10, 2011 at 8:11 pm

    • my pleasure to share…

      January 10, 2011 at 8:22 pm

  3. i have been working on a piece to portray this very thought and you have captured it perfectly! i will now trash mine! lol! this is beautiful!!!!!!!!

    Kellie

    Happy Potluck!

    January 12, 2011 at 10:39 am

    • great minds think alike… all the best to you :)

      January 12, 2011 at 10:40 am

  4. Pingback: half spoken, half heard « my secret innuendo™

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