January 10, 2016

afternoon thoughts




i sat in that faded blue chair, watching the sun come up over the
poplars that grew in the backyard.
she said they grew fast.

she yawned.
curled her feet around each other.
he looked like a hurricane.

it's funny what you remember at 2:00 in the afternoon
on a sunday in january.
when the snow is deep enough to drown in
and the world is the color
of roses
that are dead.

x



12 comments:

  1. THESE PICTURES ARE BEAUTIFUL AND SO ARE THESE WORDS AND SO ARE YOU xx

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  2. stuning. i have no words, except wow.

    xo
    emily

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  3. Yet the roses come up again in the summer. :-) Never forget that. <3

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  4. Your poetry and photography never fails to take my breath away. <3

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  5. everything about this post makes me love you so much more ♥ absolutely gorgeous

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  6. i love you more than strawberries.

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  7. Reading your blog always makes me want to sit down and write for hours. And then cry because it doesn't turn out like this ^^^ ;) xx <3

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  8. i have a ton of dying roses in my front yard, a leftover bouquet from a birthday party weeks ago. i haven't tossed it out because the colours, good Lord, He knows have to make things beautiful.

    ((p.s: this piece is prettier than those roses)) xx

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  9. *wails and throws self on the ground*

    hOW iS ThIS POsSiBlE lIKE i CaNT EvEN TAlk tO yOU riGHt NoW BYE.

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  10. Beautiful pics ... Looks so real and wish u a great year ahead
    http://shilpachandrasekheran.blogspot.in/?m=1

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be kind.

xx