Blue Glove

In the undergrowth
Beneath the leaves
Where the pheasants
Once scuttled,

A single blue glove
Rots slowly,

A token clue
To the quiet,
Solemn beauty
That once
Cued our hearts.

That famished rhythm,
A glorious stumble

Of lost whispers
And daydreams,

Now just
A thought
Gently fading.

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2 Responses to “Blue Glove”

  1. I love this! The scene and the emotions are fantastic, and so vivid. Nice!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/04/21/my-wheels-dont-turn/

  2. “A single blue glove
    Rots slowly”
    this is a time lapse movie for me right here.
    good stuff.

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