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Where Do All the Colours Go

blues and greens, gently trickle out of the day night's henchmen, shadows gather on corners demise looms in leaking squalor, exsanguinate remorseless swelling of silhouettes, cardboard cutout scenery until freedom dawns... revival

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 11/6/2023 3:51:00 PM

I love your word choice and images as you progress to the end. The 'cutout scenery' was so powerful. The title was perfect. Well done, Clive! enjoy your evening, Sara

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/6/2023 11:35:00 PM

Thank you for your thoughts on my poem, Sara, it means a lot

Ink Empress

Date: 11/6/2023 9:35:00 AM

Brilliant write! I especially love your title! So good! And also love how youv written “ swelling of silhouettes,“ how catchy! And creative! Always a pleasure reading you

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/6/2023 9:58:00 AM

I'm very grateful for your support and kind words, thank you