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Aug 10, 2012
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T H I S T L E ..I T C H
A vein of burgundy
ebb
the dark pale blue
edge
An ache tingles
spines
and needles
fast beyond the dream
of a memory hedge
borrowed from the
rain drip ledge
divulged ecstatic
emissaries
as voilet
as Autumn
tufts of
forbidden
scars
where love
has lain
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
judyanne
12 years 11 months ago
lol
teach you to get a room steve :)
no, seriously, an impressive write... i like it and as usual have nothing constructive to offer
great occasional rhyme that keeps the reader on track
spell check - 'voilet' - 'violet'
love judy
xxx
Esker
12 years 11 months ago
was trying to write Violent..
voie
mathematical balance of autopsy
my fathers skinning animals hanging
from decks or chain hoists..the slim
sharpened tools of exact deftness
to draw out the perfection of contstruction
the wrecked ruin of a bullets path
the weight of a heart
of a beast
( more robust then the frail chambered human one)
Dusk...the pulse of day alive and action
ebbs away
sometimes excitement
sometimes exhaustion
ache tingles
intuition
lust
anticipation
needles
sharp intake of adrenalin
the phone ring
the face at the door
the inbox message
the poison to soothe
the tumbled jumble
crushed sucked urged
and punched
who said bruises brought
tears
and heartache was an
ending and not a beginning
these ones never watched a
tide walk
let the moon fill their restless
desire with the dune grass
whispers
I ache
transfixed
lost in the horror
The poem is about Scotch
thistle I was looking at one day
and of course the spines got me
thats what they are there for
and fall and hunting season
pain soul
human frailty
.