Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Velvet

One day, I should write a poem
about an ordinary, cold, winter morning
and an old lady,
wearing velvet gloves,
walking her dog

One day, I should write a poem
about a truck
stopping on a highway overpass
and the red Coca Cola flashing
between green highway signs

One day, I should write a poem
about my small fingers,
my insignificant pinkies,
and how they are changing
my whole life

One day,
in near future,
before I forget them all

4 comments:

  1. Reza/Lotus Khajooey Kermanie

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  2. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooo

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  3. That was something.
    If the third part was about something bold, the last part would be more strong.

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  4. dear anonymous, I know what you are saying, but those days I was mesmerized by small fingers!
    So I guess the third part was too personal to make sense to general audience :P

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