Paris Morning

Paris in the morning-
The blushed morning sky
Touched the sidewalk. Paris
Loving itself through each
Passersbys’ footsteps
Brushing the orange marmalade sun
Through my hair,
Varnishing old age through my bones.

poem by Lisa Rhodes
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When Do The Wedding Bells Ring

This year won’t presumably pass
Without you letting me know
Just when the wedding bells
Ring for us.
Is it in the Spring when the tufts
Of golden grass paint shadows of us
Making love beneath its’ tall slivers
Basking until dusk?
When do the wedding bells ring?

I clearly can hear,
The staunch steeple bells
Ringing back then boastfully forth,
Quickly lachrymal loud
Resonating across the Hudson River
Where the sunset crests above the pink
Hem in the horizon.
When do the wedding bells ring?

The steeple looks tremendously

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poem by Lisa Rhodes
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