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Chicagoetry: Violets/ViolenceViolets/Violence A soft, suburban violet Buds, blooms and blossoms seem Innocence is in this way
Just when I think I know Through my synesthesia I see Long daylight and warm breezes But I dread its bloody companion: But through my synesthesia I see what echoes In short, sharp shocks. I'm sorry, but as I savor Experience is renewed. I know what slaughter is coming. Who would pray for endless winter? A violet? Who can live in a garden?! Through the quiet beauty Truth is sometimes laughter Like the ragged boundary between Like the shadow-thin line Truth is luxury and truth My soft, tender bloom From the hoary clichés Whispers "There is more, - 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 * The Viral Video: The Match Game Dance Posted on May 2, 2016 |
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