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Blue Skies

God
would I love to have blue blood.
Not the deep blue blood of ancient royalty,
but a pale azure blood, blue as the western sky
across the vastness of gold dusted plains.

Each morning I would be born anew
as meadow birdsong carried on a southern breeze.

And each night I would die like the day before me,
bleeding a fiery sunset
into distant mountains.


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  • porksnorkel
    October 12, 2007

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    across the vast, gold-dusted plains
    (vastness?)

    last image is great.

    bleeding fire
    on sunset mountains


  • Dragonsblood
    April 18, 2007
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    sweet short and showing its love of blue and red. well done


  • rannilt
    April 8, 2007

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    Wow.

    I don't have enough words to critique this properly. You leave me with the same ache that must have caused this poem, and that is true skill.

    I'm very glad I was able to read this. Thank you.

  • Rowan gold member
    April 1, 2007
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    Wow..very rich imagery, presented with such skill. Congratulations.


  • Cat gold member
    April 1, 2007

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    this is excellent- how have you had all these readers and no comments? - You must be hanging with an unsavory crowd-

    the only tweak i might do here is spacing - i think there must be better spacing to showcase it

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