Dried, faded red
carnations on
an electric blue
tabletop, a dark
green avocado
sliced open,
revealing the
ripening inner
canary yellow flesh
and sienna brown
seed, and on the
wall above, a
round clock—with
bold black numbers
on a stark white
background—
that silently ticks
every second.
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Author:
Vipassana (
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Comments2
The imagery in this poem is so good..loved it🥰
thank you
A painter's pallet of colors boldly run through this poem. It is vivid and bright most easy to see. The color alone gives it emotion and it shouts fave
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