daisies

i harbor a memory of1

being as a green-grassed field,2

now- gray fingers growing3

trying to reach to and 4

hold men with5

eyes cold and6

hearts blank white, empty and7

blood, dreams spilling8

into my pores.9

i felt fear gone, now and10

i felt awe, here, now and11

though to desaturate is to12

consecrate, i only13

wished to be green again.

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  • DewDrop
    September 21

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    i loved your use of colors throughout the poem. Really paints a pictur in your mind and at the same time makes you sit there and think, wonder, and imagine. You did a wonderful job. Keep up the good work.

    Dew


  • Lullaby.x
    September 20

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    I like how must of the poem was subjected around colors. This was a very good poem and I enjoyed reading it. It's one of those poems that can really make a person think.