Howard Johnson

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Blue Lips - Poem by Howard Johnson

Cold sits
And speaks every faint whisper
Carves its name in uncovered
Fingers and toes
Then begs and steals
Warmth from your breath
Frozen grapes hang solid
On the weathered vines
Gone the memory of lost sun shine
A sting that kisses blue frozen lips
All it loves the warmth it will never feel


Comments about Blue Lips by Howard Johnson

  • Heather Wilson (1/20/2013 5:18:00 AM)


    I am left with a shiver after reading this, so well described, a great poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Zahra Shariat (1/14/2013 3:28:00 AM)


    This poem feels so good, thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 3, 2013


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