Blue Lips Poem by Howard Johnson

Blue Lips



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 OF THE POEM
Heather Wilson 20 January 2013

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

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Zahra Shariat 14 January 2013

This poem feels so good, thank you

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