Cinderbelle

Why did you post your second poem (which I must say I did not like as much as the first) in the comment section and not alone in the Stream? I'm dying to know.
As to the first poem, I loved it and I hate free verse. It is a very simple "snapshot" of the moment. My only problem with it is in the last few lines. The way the sentence is constructed you are essentially saying that the hairs raised on "red rose mouths". It is a somewhat unfortunate use of a passive voice that is likely repaired easily if you're of a mind.
wesley

Fish and chips, a paper bag dishevelled, levelled, torn;
a dress is born, Cinderella's dress, a grandmother's gift,
worn, dirtied, shoddy, cast aside on Edinburgh's streets.

These flowers of rubbish sound their own poetry
seen by the eyes of one who passes, still,
no prejudice, no criticism, open to the dreams of things
that lie it seems outcast, forbidden.

Dreaded germs, these delicate embroideries
of road and field, weathered,
hung on reeds made into something else.

Awaking thoughts of stories long ago,
until the snow swallows all in pure stark white
and all is lost, their sense of place we now forgo.

Love Ann of mooseland.

This reminds me much of the Orgami poems, that I miss. The second poem is Orgami musk.

Wes, I ask you, whether or not there where the hairs are raised? Does it matter to how your heart interprets this? The mind will always fall into confusion and fail in its quest to let poetry do its magic.

~A