fuschia by Peter Humphreysas drops
of
blood
the fuschia
hang
and gently
fall
to ground
upon our
heads as
if for
dead
we lie
and
seek
the sound
of curlews
cry across
the bay
as waves
do gently
break
and
say to
each
the words
of love
and lust
of care
and trust
to thread
our lives
this day
08/17/2006 Posted on 08/17/2006 Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
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Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 08/18/06 at 05:09 AM This is very nice. You use details well. The senses are called upon when reading this piece. I love how your writing flows without sentence structure but the reader still knows when to pause for emphasis. |
Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/20/06 at 10:54 AM i, too, love fuschia, and you to them justice here. the blood falling, the weaving of simple lines, the thread. so profound. i lovely write.
PK |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/20/06 at 11:11 AM Haunting but also positive in its closing hope. Well done! |
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