Your Porch

metaphor galore

I stepped out onto your porch

It had a quaint feel like being in a sepia film

Rocking chair in the corner and wind chimes

hanging from the beams.

There was a smell of sincerity in air

Mingled with a warm breeze which caressed my neck

Like your lips used to do.

I caught your smile, you remembered too.

You were always close enough to feel but too far to touch

I longed for you.

I longed to stay on your porch with the night sky drawing in

So clear, the stars were almost tangible.

Just like you.

I wondered why I saw you in Technicolor, when life was

so black and white.

You told me you were colour blind, I always found that funny

Was I really blue?

Reviews

[Yellow Butterfly]

I love it when you sneak on here when now one is looking.... and BANG..... another effortless masterpiece from you :O)

Missed your presence PJ.... .... :O)

[Poetic Justice]

thanks sweetie xx

[Frieda P]

Oh I really love this one...so familiar yet strange. The color references from sepia to Technicolor were very cool. Much enjoyed! Favorite.

[Poetic Justice]

thanks