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Neon Blues
She stands
and the night spills
through her fingers
as electric connections and
neon musings
etch her face
in scarlet razored
lines and lace.
Deliberate action takes me
to her private circle and
I bask in the sun
that is her smile, her eyes.
Foraging for her
affections
I’m disappointed,
denied once again
the epiphany
of her loving aspirations.
But I know the
right of it.
I know the blues.
And Lucille’s singing
‘em
like I knew
she would.
A lovely piece with some superb lines - "the night spills through her fingers" and "neon musings etch her face". Never mind, at least old BB's always there to pull you through.
Sandy
excellent writing! "the night spills through her fingers"...those words really open a massive picture! truly enjoyed it! :-)
I really really love this one...neon musings, and more than the words..the feel of it....gets under your skin.
I like the imagery in this. (love your personal quote on the bio page ;)
I'm so glad I found your pieces.
This reminds me of something floating a night sidewalk with smog and smoke and female singing.
Lost love and lamentation.
Beautiful.