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Maybe I Like Picasso

by Ellespeth

Woman Playing Mandolin, Picasso

Maybe I Like Picasso

That winter,
we stood on a footbridge.
The world was iced over
in shades of gray
and brown
and sepia.
I knew it was over
but I held on
to what was  warm
and beautiful
and colorful
about us.
I held on
even when you walked away.

Though I want to let go
I hold on
to everything.
Who knows why?
Maybe I like Picasso.
Even when you walked away
I thought we were so beautiful.

Ellespeth

Posted on March 19, 2015 at 1:54 AM in Ellespeth, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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5 Comments to “Maybe I Like Picasso”

    
  2. Mim
    March 19, 2015 at 5:27 AM

    Reblogged this on MUKAMA REWRITTEN and commented:
    “Though I want to let go
    I hold on
    to everything.
    Who knows why?
    Maybe I like Picasso”…Ellespeth

    Reply
  3. Mim
    March 19, 2015 at 5:28 AM

    I love it!!!!!…Well written.

    Reply
    

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