Marvel
24 December 2015
You
Angel
Feathers red
Sink into blood
Heartbeats of the hurt
You renew the old faith
Breathe magic and miracles
Flowing tides, new morrows ripple
Under your frame in shade of your wings
Pale shadows of hope walk into the change
While tables turn simple days into strange
Unbeknownst to burning heart that sings
The hands of fate churning cripple
The winding Times chronicles
Of lives now lost an eighth
Cleaning grime and dirt
In soul the flood
Now undead
Marvel
New
This poem is written in Etheree (and reverse Etheree) form. For more information on the form, click here
Disturbed – The light
Thank you for introducing me to another poetic form, Geetha. You’ve literally made a diamond with your words, and figuratively too. So cool! 🙂
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Thank you Tony. I love the form too and was introduced to it by Shiva (theshivasponder.wordpress.com)yesterday
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You are on a roll! Master Etheree!! 😀
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Thank you Dajena 😀 . I feel incredibly inspired by this form. I love its rhythm and how it courses through the mind. It sort of builds up and then collapses, suitable for flashback haunting memories and castles in Spain, both of which I have a plethora
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wow, looking forward to all 😀
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Thanks. I hope you will like them 🙂
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