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Breathe
To become blooming flowers
amongst the river of red.
I entrench, as do the other flowers
and draw the nutrients we crave
through our bloody roots we siphon dismay.
We'll draw from the same riverbed
we'll bloom prettier still
and we'll die all the same.
amongst the river of red.
I entrench, as do the other flowers
and draw the nutrients we crave
through our bloody roots we siphon dismay.
We'll draw from the same riverbed
we'll bloom prettier still
and we'll die all the same.
Published 15th Apr 2014
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15th Apr 2014 1:30pm
your view on war (?), i'm guessing...
either way, your poetry is sui generis.
either way, your poetry is sui generis.
15th Apr 2014 1:33pm
16th Apr 2014 6:49pm
Damn Euan! This was suffocating ink,
... asphyxiated by so few words. Xo
I sensed hope and death were allies. Enjoyed!
... asphyxiated by so few words. Xo
I sensed hope and death were allies. Enjoyed!
16th Apr 2014 7:50pm
21st Apr 2014 7:33am
16th Jul 2014 1:29am
Euan (AscensionES), luv :-* ~
This poem made me think of passages of I've read where fields of battle were so soaked in blood from both sides that for years following, it was said things grew wildly fertilized abundantly from such macabre source.
I am glad you survived. I am sorry many have not. Your words feel both battle hymn and requiem... Well done.
This poem made me think of passages of I've read where fields of battle were so soaked in blood from both sides that for years following, it was said things grew wildly fertilized abundantly from such macabre source.
I am glad you survived. I am sorry many have not. Your words feel both battle hymn and requiem... Well done.
