amber reflections.

By alphadog1

Fri, 28 Oct 2011
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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.

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I like this, alphadog. Tina

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on
Thanks Tina, just contemplating really, I am grateful that you liked it. I might shape it later. Its a first draft...

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
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;-)

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on
Very true Tina. spoken like a poet. ;0)