Hospice
By JoseHdz
Fri, 14 Sep 2012
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I saw a starfish on the ocean’s floor,
and it was not necessarily a star-
fish anymore: the death of Robespierre
was something of a national tragedy, far away, lost
at sea. Because of second-guesses, the candle’s flame,
bluish-grey, did not go out on my 28th birthday-
party at the zoo. The lions, hungry lions,
despite their clawing need for notice, nonetheless
were solaced by the forming swirls of
haze: the ginger-violet rain.
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Great to see you posting
Great to see you posting again José- nice one..
;)Pia
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Yes, welcome back, Jose.
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Yes, welcome back, Jose. Have missed you, and it's clear you most certainly haven't lost your touch.
Tina
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new JoseHdz Well done on the
Permalink Submitted by Cavalcader on
new JoseHdz
Well done on the cherries!
Hello! good see you are writing again.
This was good I liked.
You mention the zoo and a 28th birthday,
many happy returns,when ever it was,
quite a few birthdays now.had mine.
Then H.R.H. Prince William is 28 tommorrow saturday 15th september too. Pray for safety and all.
This poem reminds me the title,of 'Purple Rain' song
stuck in my brain'! Also it was my mum's belated name!
Violet the flower was her favourite,they are such tiny flowers. Ginger violet rain! lovely.
cavalcaderl julie x
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I like this Jose and good to
I like this Jose and good to see you back. If you're worried about pace what about ginger-violet, I don't think you'll find a word with less syllables than ginger meaning ginger - mind you I haven't looked.
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