Ruby BloodA Poem by Carlton Carr"Let others live in black and white; you must live in technicolor. Make your readers see the blood at the heart of the ruby." Rita Mae Brown
I climbed down
a rusted stairwell and entered a room where it was snowing and found David shivering in his shorts and tattered tees What woke me wasn't the dream but Dave coming to bed at four in the morning after a hard night with his faceless faKebook friends and internet blue movies So now it's just you and me wading through words sifting through the zealous efforts of others who try to tell their sad life stories The ghost of my dreams still cling to me as I trawl these busy highways of scattered metaphors looking for the one that will show me 'the blood at the heart of the ruby' © 2013 Carlton Carr |
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