His blood dripped,
roses, red -
not unseen, but white
on the petals
of my life.
His wounds flowed
Love, red -
not unfelt, but healing
on the hurt
of my heart.
His Love flowed
blood-dripped red
upon petals of hurt
giving Life to my heart.
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His blood dripped, roses, red - not unseen, but white on the petals of my life. His wounds flowed Love, red - not unfelt, but healing on the hurt of my heart. His Love flowed blood-dripped red upon petals of hurt giving Life to my heart.
Author notesThis poem is a new form developed by myself. It is called a Finclo.
Stanza 1 and 2 set the scene. There is no syllable count, but stanza 1 and 2 should form a progression refrain.
Lines 1 and 2, and lines 3 and 4 of each stanza are used to develop stanza 3. Its content should also offer or portray an outcome.
Please see the following link for a better understanding of this form: http://allpoetry.com/list/59653-The-Finclo
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