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Dead buds on these limbs to bring forth a malice spring
bleached blossoms become a whiter shade of guilty red
                made heavy from the owl that landed in broken flight
my invisible noose to hang the sun that frames thy head.



This "nothing" is a place of placid belief with stale breath
cold bark decays and renews, like the shedding of sin
             soft cries billow forth, from a widow that mourns her lover
an amnesia fills the sky; forgetting when and how to begin.



Esoteric branches that touch the hallowed questioning
a perch for the soulless that seek asylum from the storm
            the bow breaks, another cradle will rock.....watch it fall
land softly, rain shatters like glass, my blood is lukewarm.

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

Nature and life's renewal. So beautiful the words you created here. I read the most beautiful things in your poetry. I find myself with this one just in awe. I have to agree with the others here, your imagery is always fantastic. I love the journey. Thank you.

[Enigma]

Wow. The vivid imagery and skillful use of metaphors left me stunned. An outstanding work.

[joshua deathdealer]

Incredible piece. Defiantly my favorite read of the day. Well done Muse xx

[Blue Ivory]

My picks:
"become a whiter shade of guilty red"

"seek asylum from the storm"

"my blood is lukewarm"

Love these lines =)

This poem is full of words that help us realize things about life. And again, the description is very interesting.

[Melinda Weber]

Absolutely amazing :) You have such a beautiful talent to create imagery in my mind :)

[Thea]

Once again, Muse, I am astounded by the creativity and perfect imagery of your poem...Such a beautiful piece of work...
:)))

[emmajoy]

A spider's web of emotions, spreading and recoiling in turn; beautiful words yet a mesh of meanings bound with strange mystery, laid before the reader to delve into head first.

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a smooth and incredibly emotive read.. you build the tension through the piece with superb imagery and clever and unique phrasing..nice work

[Dayran]

The world is viewed with the instruments of the world. Seems appropriate that when we describe the experiences of man, we refer to the imagery outside the window and in the landscape of a city. A poem that speaks of esoteric experiences with the simplicity of a ladle. Well done. A wonderful write!

[BlueDreams]

Compelling piece it is.. A great bond of thoughts and your write . :-)