oozing bruising jazz
ink drop in water bleeding
seeping indigo
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Paris Rosemont
Thai Australian poet. Author of poetry collections 'Banana Girl' and 'Barefoot Poetess'.
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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Lovely and romantic!
"Ink drop in water bleeding" is such a visual image. And the "bruising jazz". I get sadness from this. I think the deepness of indigo too speaks of the blues so you have music and colour swirling together here to give an atmosphere of things being wrong, painful, blue.