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Smoke

Smoke where is the you who first wrapped love in sweet consent resting on passion fire so fine etched in scarlet molten lines our like-ness? there is a face I wear behind my eyes it is of you memories portrait scriven upon my heart in words so false who was the author? was it my fire, your fire that roared down to smoke to distract the eye shroud the mind overlay on fading image romantic novel rhetoric I can”t find you any more in the clearer vision of here and now this time, this age with all of the fiction dropped away I can’t find you…… I can’t find you……

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James Edward Lee Sr.

Date: 11/22/2017 4:46:00 PM

Maybe can't be found cause the smoke and fire has dissipated??? I really, really love this verse. Great write! WRITE ON! ---James

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/22/2017 5:58:00 PM

Thank you James I am happy that you found my verse.

Sherifat Aduku

Date: 11/22/2017 9:42:00 AM

Beautiful! Like how do you do that? I love the way you use your words uniquely. Quite enviable.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/22/2017 11:50:00 AM

I set aside all inhibitions, forget the rules and write what my heart tells me. Thank you Sherifat Aduku.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 11/22/2017 9:24:00 AM

A haunting piece Patricia, potent penning xomo

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 11/22/2017 12:49:00 PM

That's a lump in the throat.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/22/2017 11:48:00 AM

When you discover the person you shared your life with was going along for the ride it is a real kicker. I wrote in anger and despair words that he would not understand. Thanks Maureen.