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In the silence,
we write words,
toned
by the imperfections
and the colors
of our lives.
In the painting,
we melt the colors
like steel,
into words of remembrance.
In the burning,
melting, slag of fire
behind a #10 shield,
a painting erupts like a flare.
Hot,
exploding above a war
flashing fire,
and melting into memory
like a poem,
alive as any painting.
The ashes of words
blow silently across paper,
stolen from trees.
Smoke and fire!
... trees,
and the ashes of war,
turned to steel
and memory.
Only in the arms
of a loving woman
do we remain
... Alive! |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2004
Listed
January 16, 2010 |
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