On edge

On a puzzle's edge where there is no form

Inside a thought riding a storm

Assembling holes into a tarnished dream

Rusted memories fall from a raveled seam

Thorn broken sticks the rose

A blossom without her clothes

Garments of pink bleed red

Droplets floating overhead

Waves of floral silk make a pool

Wilted echoes wrought by a fool

Yellow and blue sprout green

Planted seeds never seen

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

another great example of taking a mood and expressing it through image and sound. all the sharp edges described in the first three stanzas left me with a prickly feeling. my skin crawls a bit anticipating the imaginary cuts. then the final stanza makes a 180 turn. suddenly it is silk, echoes, sprout green, and planted seeds. soft and delicate images. the dichotomy of pleasure and pain was played with really well.

P.S you are extremely prolific. sorry i keep missing your posts. i will go through them all once i get a bit more time.

ERN.

[Soren]

Ern I am most grateful for any post that you choose to read your comments are most insightful and are deeply appreciated.