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fields of clover rise to bind me

a little frayed around the edges, roughly held by life and breath,
the sky looks so forlorn, soddenly hanging so

i slowly wear away like an old man's band of gold
like temple stones that echo a hundred phases of the moon 

fields of clover rise to bind me with early morning light
i am fragile,
like the touch of translucent skin, poppy red and parchment thin

come bend with me, low to the ground , let us be like apple trees
laden with poems, bruised with words that taste of sweet water.





~
— Kailashana, Jun 14, 2010

Critiques

Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Mum

Your pens on fire lately ... brilliant poem ... I am with raskin you gotta get a nice mat so we can all come groveling ;) love ya love and big hugs JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Anna

You always have the perfect word choices. Your lines blend together like twining vines. I couldn't make up my mind between the last or second to last verse. fields of clover rise to bind me with early morning light i am fragile, like the touch of translucent skin, poppy red and parchment thin come bend with me, low to the ground , let us be like apple trees blossoming once again, laden with poems, bruised with words that taste like sweet water. Yes, I agree, you are fragile and it makes one feel protective of you. Always, Cat
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shirley harrison

16 years 1 month ago

"Stunning"

dear Anna, beatiful. your imagery is truly amazing and clover i love! much love shirley harrison
xena465

xena465

16 years 1 month ago

I agree with all

You always manage to give us a wonderful description on all your writes...lovely Anna. Xena Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell
judyanne

judyanne

16 years 1 month ago

love the last line

i love the whole poem of course - but that last line sticks... love judd xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html
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Dalton

16 years 1 month ago

i love that when i come to

i love that when i come to you there is always something new. like the touch of translucent skin poppy red and parchment thin... this whole poem, fine words from a fine poet. john
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

I wish, John!But thank you

I wish, John! But thank you all for visiting. ~ "Even if I knew the world were to end tomorrow, I would plant an olive tree today."-- Francis of Assisi

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