WeepingA Poem by Mark Heathcote
Weeping, sporadic flames Joyous leafs turning gold Mirroring oil and water Life’s season - extolled …
Stripped back to the sky, Till again - they take up… The canvas and vie! Too be that emerald dye.
That remits a death ripple! A photon without mass … That coils-up as it sings, Pink petals fallen in the grass. © 2013 Mark Heathcote |
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Added on September 16, 2013 Last Updated on September 16, 2013 Author
Mark HeathcoteMancheter, United KingdomAboutI like all kinds of poems but I tend to gravitate toward eastern spiritual poetry. My muse almost demands it of me. So you may find quite a few being poured out from time to time. I all so write man.. more..Writing
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