July 15, 2018 · 2:44 pm
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Patina Of July

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The Blackwood River, winter is here.

 

July

July,
you camped at my window.
The constant patter of your tears
blurring, intangible,
drawing me to uncertanity.

Yearning,
longing,
the ache of melancholy,
grey clouds,
heavy laden.

Tears born of sadness,
become streams of redemption.
Washed earth
melting,
becoming.

July,
I opened my window
and bathed in your wellspring.
You drank my darkness,
I swallowed your love.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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15 responses to “Patina Of July”

  2. Hayley (Washable Words)
    July 15, 2018 at 4:29 pm

    Gorgeous. I shouldn’t enjoy melancholy so much, but I can’t help it! Especially when there’s writing like yours!

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  4. lync56
    July 16, 2018 at 2:33 am

    Wow that is deep!!

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  5. lync56
    July 16, 2018 at 2:34 am

    Sorry I missed the first word – ons second reading Wow that is beautiful

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  7. PATRICK STORIES
    July 16, 2018 at 4:34 am

    Thanks    for accepting and following my blog.

    I’m available to read your post at my convenient time.

    You have such an interesting topic I will love to read in
    your blog.

    I still remain  the simple blogger…..

    #PATRICKSTORIES
    Peace ✌and Love ❤

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  8. MNL
    July 17, 2018 at 10:42 am

    to say I loved this love poem seem inadequate. it gave me chills. amazing.

    Liked by 1 person

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