Contours

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by Ann Sepino


Photo by Eberhard Grossgasteiger from Pexels.com

Photo by Eberhard Grossgasteiger from Pexels.com

 

 

I gently trace my fingers along the edges of
where the mountain meets
the tall baby blue above

My arms wave softly in the air
as I follow the ridge
like a maestro

speaking language
with a soundless caress

I’m learning the mountains’ language
reading the jagged rough like braille

I know you with my eyes closed
in the darkness
to which I imagine there -
how I can smooth your edges

 

 

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Written by Sera Cocora on Dec 6, 2015


Submitted: October 01, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Sera Cocora. All rights reserved.

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Ann Sepino

So pretty! The picture and the poem go well together. I got Bob Ross vibes from the lines, which makes me very happy. :)

Thu, October 1st, 2020 11:47pm

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Thank you, kindly :)

Fri, November 6th, 2020 2:18pm

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