When you wrapped me in that warm embrace
fireworks exploded in my brain
red and purple stars shot from my head and lit the room.
Incandescent memories are the after image
of our fragmentary connection.
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A couple of days ago, I wrote about another lost poem. I’m happy to say that poem was found! This is it! A glance at a picture sparked the memory, and it came back! It’s not quite as it was, since the 3rd/final line of the original didn’t return, but I am satisfied with the cinquain it became. 🙂
Shawn L. Bird 
I always loved that glow.
🙂
“fragmentary connection” ❤
Thanks Nicole. I appreciate you stopping by!
That’s the line I liked as well, “fragmentary connection.” Says a lot with a little.
Such is the nature of oxymoron! 🙂 It always makes you pause.
Hi Shawn. Thanks for the follow. You have an amazing way with words, I’m really enjoying your poetry very descriptive and heartfelt. But in a simplistic style which works perfectly.
It feels like your just telling it like it is rather than wrap it up in bows and ribbons. Very fefreshing☺
Thank you for stopping by, and the nice compliments.
Your welcome☺