Saturday, August 14, 2010

Clothed


Blood, blood red
Juxtaposed
With your crystal eyes
You reach out for things
You reach out for glory
That is not ready for you yet

You speak in song
Whisper in verse
Inhale in silence
You cry when no one listens
Just to be certain
That you are clothed

One hand concealing your face
While the other one pushes
Angels aside

4 comments:

  1. Good stuff!! Have I heard this one before, or is it new?

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  2. I think I may have been too shy to show it to you. You haven't heard/read a lot of my poetry because I know you are far better than I.

    Thank you, though!!!! I appreciate the compliment, especially coming from someone as talented as you! :) xoxo

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  3. Hey there,

    the poetic license bloghop is up!

    http://writershelpers.blogspot.com/2010/08/poetic-license-meet-greet-no-4.html

    Tessa.xx

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