#239 of 365 – “red”

“red”

 

I feel desperate,

want magic

words

to fall

from beyond

like rain,

leaves

red

with fire

and madness,

uncontainable

inconsolable

and out

of reach

of my doubt,

splashed

like youth

on hard

pages,

being read,

their only

way

out.

 

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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