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Posted by alphadog1 on October 28, 2011 - 18:32

mustard spiced tints
echoes of crimson
crows in communes
chatting lively
blood dripping
from heavily veined trees
whose green is a lost
near forgotten dream
earth rich and dark
moist and welcoming
while a steel grey sky
keeps my soul on fire
heavy salt cracks
from green tormented
seas
numb hands held tightly
from each other
And a rose... pink and new
shines out...
life is special.

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Silver Spun Sand | October 29, 2011 - 10:40

I like this, alphadog.

Tina

alphadog1 | October 29, 2011 - 16:20

Thanks Tina, just contemplating really, I am grateful that you liked it. I might shape it later. Its a first draft...

Silver Spun Sand | October 29, 2011 - 16:59

And a very good first draft is too. Speaking of which, in a way, I guess all my poems are 'drafts'. They tend to grow, with me, over the years, and change as I do.

Anyway, this one is excellent as it stands, but nothing is so perfect that it can't be bettered.

Tina;-)

alphadog1 | November 2, 2011 - 18:13

Very true Tina. spoken like a poet. ;0)