Dark designs


Dark designs fall away in the veiled park
calling for those who timed their chime
to the coming of the last sea sawing wave
with anguish and rejection's bitter amethyst.

Denying death with lime in a primary park
where tiny cups of warm sparrow blood
comes to a winter's solemn and lying end
rend tender tears in the fabric of cold soil.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-11-09 at 12:16

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Saga
I love this piece, You always make me think Bob!!!
2006-11-12


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem is worthy of editorial choice but what ever i bookmark it for it wonderful sense of forboding

Like the cloud formations in Millais painting
'The garden Of Rest' rgds mike well done
2006-11-09