Sunday, February 10, 2013

Not The Way It Was - A Magpie Tale

Painting by Joseph Lorusso from Tess Kincaid as a prompt for Sunday's The Mag

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Not The Way It Was

The color is wrong,
not the way I remember
on that day. I was
all over you, hot
and lively, I am sure that's right
and the way you stayed
a force all tangled
with me, touch for touch and breath
for honeyed hot breath,
I've no question there
but the light was different
and the hues, more red.

February 10, 2013 11:53 AM

16 comments:

  1. after all that, you just think about the colors???? LOL!

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  2. Oh for sure, at times like this, I'm thinking color too! Ha ha! Great write!

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  3. Just like a long forgotten memory. Time fades the details
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  4. I think you're mistaking the surroundings for Seventh Heaven, which is where she obviously sent you!

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  5. I have a nephew who sees and remembers everything in colors. I love that.

    =)

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  6. Well, don't most good memories take on a golden light?

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  7. The awkward colours got to me too!:)

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  8. Some memories fade - but not those of red hot passion...

    Anna :o]

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  9. Hard to tell with your eyes closed. Nice!

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    1. So in the middle of all that heat, sometimes my eyes are not closed.

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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