Nordic #1

I
Rode
My
Bike
To
Town.
Riding
Felt
Like
A
Lush
Spring
Rose!
It
Was
Windy,
But
Not
Cold.
I passed him,
he walked alone, or alongside a woman.
Time had drawn onto his Nordic iris
a sadness,
blue and waning.
Meek disorientation
was in his wind,
and his smell
bloomed of lone city bones
saturated with frailty.

 

top painting : Alice by Amedeo Modigliani

bottom painting: Portrait of a Young Girl by Vilhelm Hammershøi

~ by Aquatic Poetry on February 22, 2012.

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