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Janice Thomson, CA
 

 

 

 

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Coming Home

 

cracks in the linoleum
now yellowed and lifted
from decades of constant traffic

firm and steady footsteps
that slowed to a snail's pace,
then stopped altogether...

the smell of fresh paint
lingers amidst the echo
of voices long stilled
but never forgotten

the words a distant memory
yet somehow comforting still

new floors, stairs, and windows
fight to sever the ties
between now and then
eventually compromising,
the warmth of the old
blending into a quiet new

under the four-poster bed
a pair of brown wrinkled,
well-worn shoes

maybe one day...

I'll be able to fill them

 

 

Sunset

 

on steps
as creaky as their old bones
they sit in silence
cups of tea nestled
in work-worn hands that tremble slightly
while a sinking sun
corrals the horizon,
plastering bits of gold and orange
layer upon layer on sleepy clouds
traipsing into a hazy mist

the night air dips lower,
he pulls her close

her hand slipping into his
she turns a peach-stained face
towards his...

two half-full cups of tea
watch the sun fade away ...alone

 

 

Winter Storm

 

bronzed again
from summer's caustic sun
i pondered how long
before my face
became like moon's,
washed white
with December's snow

those storms,
that hid her snowflake smiles,
plummeted, lashed at my heart,
filled my soul
with howling sounds
till your scent faded away

in spring i reached
deep into the greenness
searching for your touch
but you were gone

gone with the wailing wind
that tore you from my grasp
inside thundering clouds;
in the silence
after a storm
i absorbed the mistakes
of a hundred eons...
only to discover
you were never really here

 

 

Vaughn Seward, CA and Janice Thomson, CA—Renhai No. 264: Life's Rush

Vaughn Seward, CA and Janice Thomson, CA—Renhai No. 266: Slowly, Surely

Vaughn Seward, CA and Janice Thomson, CARenhai No. 268: Hurry Scurry

Vaughn Seward, CA and Janice Thomson, CARenhai No. 269: Ups and Downs

Vaughn Seward, CA and Janice Thomson, CARenhai No. 270: Feline Follies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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