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Magenta on Green
Looking up the sky above
The gathering clouds
Puffed by the wind
My tears roll down
As I whisper
My last Goodbye
My body is torn
Many savage men
With dark needs,
Malicious lusts
stabbed me with knives
and their engorged tools.
Spreading red hues
On green forest floor
I weep as my life
Seeps out of me
Behold scythe-man
Approaches….
Alone in gentle repose
She sleeps tranquil
on liquid magenta carpet
on the green meadow.
The gathering clouds
Puffed by the wind
My tears roll down
As I whisper
My last Goodbye
My body is torn
Many savage men
With dark needs,
Malicious lusts
stabbed me with knives
and their engorged tools.
Spreading red hues
On green forest floor
I weep as my life
Seeps out of me
Behold scythe-man
Approaches….
Alone in gentle repose
She sleeps tranquil
on liquid magenta carpet
on the green meadow.
Published 20th Jul 2013
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20th Jul 2013 12:08pm
Anonymous
20th Jul 2013 12:13pm
Excellent flow and dark story grace...
good luck
strider
good luck
strider
20th Jul 2013 12:19pm
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Anonymous
20th Jul 2013 2:28pm
All your poems are winners...well written
and smooth to read...
Good luck in the competition.
x0
Kitty
and smooth to read...
Good luck in the competition.
x0
Kitty
20th Jul 2013 11:56pm
20th Jul 2013 2:53pm
A beautiful piece, with all the gentle qualities I have grown to love about your pieces Grace.
Red
Red
20th Jul 2013 11:57pm
20th Jul 2013 8:26pm
It almost loses itself within its own detail... which is a rather intriguing concept that I like about this. I need to read more of your stuff, dude!
20th Jul 2013 11:59pm
27th Jul 2013 9:07pm
Eh, you shouldn't be 'humbled'... I was 'humbled' when I read your write!
28th Jul 2013 00:10am
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20th Jul 2013 11:40pm
Alone in gentle repose
She sleeps tranquil
on liquid magenta carpet
on the green meadow.
I like your use of metaphor for blood -
on liquid magenta carpet
She sleeps tranquil
on liquid magenta carpet
on the green meadow.
I like your use of metaphor for blood -
on liquid magenta carpet
21st Jul 2013 00:03am
Thank you so much for your comments EngrVV. These colours are lovely isn't it. But poetic licence can render them sinister too...I think.
Anonymous
26th Jul 2013 3:51pm
you even managed to give a dark write like this a very serene beauty..poignant story here, written with true skill. :-)
27th Jul 2013 9:47am
