Open Poetry #31 |
Twisted imageries |
mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Twisted imageries carried on a stick. Caustic wind, the sight begins. Bellowed, from one’s inner son. The Earth trembled and scorched the Sun. Sounds to flavors this taste for blood. Hoofs from animals, the same for some. Grief for passion from hatreds turn. The streets ate smoke, so the sky wouldn’t burn. Tears in an envelope is all I saw. Cost for reality, another for the war. If nothing is something |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
A brilliant write, much enjoyed! |
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cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
(tears in an envelope,) brilliant. Well enjoyed, Maggie |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes...well done quite a powerful message |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Grover, thank you for reading and the well appreciated reponse. Maggie, thanks as usual, see on the darkside. passing shawdows, good to hear from you again, Thank you. all, wayne If nothing is something |
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