Blended illusion
14 November 2016
Three to one
Sorted confusion
Our limbs meet
Green hilltops
Slopes sliding through the morrows
Forged in the sorrows
Priest and nun
Thwarted diffusion
Our bones sweep
Blue graveyards
Where the look takes to the kill
Bodies lying still
Hopes are torn
When the children die
Pennies lie
Change wasted
The smiles on our mouth pasted
With gruesome dark glue
Blink I’m gone
Remnants of pieces
Skin hanging
Rose petals
Showering your pale body
As the sound subsides
Wild horse rides
Peaks of never more
Wave broken
On the shore
The hurt still throbbing and sore
Wrists red though uncut
The eyes shut
Blended illusion
Surging through
Blue temple
Your breath warm as I tremble
My way through your chest
Reading of the poem:
The Trees – Max Richter
The Tree the Beach the Sea – Max Richter
This Bitter Earth / On the Nature of Daylight – Max Richter / Dinah Washington
So lovely. You are a linguistic treasure
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Thank you Rob. What a lovely compliment!
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Well, I call ’em like I see ’em lol.
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That’s how it should always be Rob: simple straightforward truth
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So ghostly and intense. Love this poem.
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Thank you. It is part of a very intense personal experience.
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That makes it even more amazing.
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Beautiful poem and wonderful music to read to.
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Disturbing yet powerful imagery.
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Thank you Marissa 😊
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Powerful language, Geetha
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Thank you Derrick 😊
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Beautiful! And images are 💕💎
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Thank you 😊
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