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Chicagoetry: Dead DaisiesDEAD DAISIES I wish. I wish my hair like a copse All because of autumn. with the seasons. Spring: light green Summer: green a depth Yes: autumn would be glory. of blood-like tinges. It doesn't fall out the feathery curtains Summer past is like Limoges "The whole town Sam Waterston. as a mourning wreath all night." Burgeoning night, of the feather bed. Now the daisies the spiky boot, gliding into Comes the Nordic night, Before the brusque lake buries in thick, grey drifts: make a wish. - J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. - More Tindall: * Chicagoetry: The Book * Ready To Rock: The Music * Kindled Tindall: The Novel
Posted on September 26, 2011 |
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