Tag: free verse
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After We Had Finished
By the time I found the field,winter had already completed its careful revision of the world.The snow had removed the unnecessary things—footprints,distinctions,directions,the small evidence that anyone had ever believed another bodycould become a home.I sat because there was nothing left to negotiate.The ground beneath me was frozen to a depthno season would confess aloud,and I…
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The Smell of Brown
Brown smells like memory.Not the kindyou keep in photographs,but the kindthat lives in your handslong after you’ve washed them,that rises without warningwhen rain strikes old woodor autumn beginsits slow conversationwith the earth.Brown smells like dead leaves.Not dying—dead.Curled into themselves,soft with surrender,becoming the dark languageroots have always understood.Brown smells like bark,its rough skin carryingthe patience of…
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The Smell of Green
Green smells like coming home.Like fresh-cut grassclinging to Daddy’s work clothes,to the bottom of his boots,to the quiet pridehe carried through the back doorbefore he carried himself.The whole house knewhe was homebefore it heard his voice.Green smells like that.Green smells like collard greenssimmering slowwith hammocksa whisper of smoke,filling every roomuntil hunger itselfbegins to soften.Like cabbagemeeting…
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The Smell of Orange
Orange smells like citrusbursting from a freshly peeled orange,tiny drops of juice sparkling in the airbefore the first sweet bite.It smells like pumpkinsresting in autumn fields,their earthy scent mixingwith cool October breezesand crunchy leaves beneath your feet.Orange is the smellof cinnamon and clovesswirling through warm pumpkin pie,of toasted marshmallowsand glowing campfireson crisp fall evenings.It smells…
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The Smell of Red
Red smells like strawberrieswarming beneath the summer sun,their sweet fragrance floating through the gardenwhile bees hum from flower to flower.It smells like crisp applesfresh from the orchard,their cool, juicy scentbursting with every bite.Red is the smell of roses,soft petals opening at dawn,their perfume drifting on the breezelike a quiet song.It smells like cinnamonswirling through warm…
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The Smell of Yellow
Yellow smells like sunshinewarming a quiet field,where wildflowers lift their facesand sway in the summer breeze.It smells like the first slice of lemon,bright and fresh,its citrus scent filling the airbefore the juice reaches your tongue.Yellow is buttermelting across warm toast,honey dripping slowly from the comb,sweet with the fragranceof a thousand tiny flowers.It smells like daffodilsafter…
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