Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Standing by Your Grave in April



Standing by Your Grave in April

Black earth, white snow,
whispers come, echoes grow.
Specters veil their eyes, portend-
blood red rose,
the winter's end.



Word of the Day: portend. (verb) be an omen or warning of.

4 comments:

  1. Five lines rich in imagery... // Peter.

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  2. nice..great use of color...the contrast of white and black, then the red...sets a nice scene...

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  3. The title had me nervous...there's been more than one post this evening that's had this sentimental fool in tears...but your flawless and effortless word flow kept that from happening.

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  4. Five lines and yet so much is said....moving!

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