Song of Violet
Another grey day, dreams begin to slow down, our
limbs become heavy as old leather suitcases.
Light falls, has nowhere else to go. Where it touches
shadows grow, spreading petals of darkness.
If time could pause, even for a moment, this would be it.
Strangers passing, we ignore each other, deny
at heart we’re the same, clothed in blank stares, frozen feelings,
clutching in our hands a fragile parcel of self.
Colin Pink lives in London, England. He writes fiction, plays and poetry. He has published three collections of poetry: Acrobats of Sound (2016), The Ventriloquist Dummy’s Lament (2019) and Typicity (2021). Colin Pink - D & W PUBLISHING - BOOKS, PAMPHLETS AND POEMS (dempseyandwindle.com)
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