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The Green Bruise of Daylight

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"The Green Bruise of Daylight" A person can die for love one sees red the other sees blue purple bruises one sees red alarm lights siren purple bruises detach into the grey alarm lights siren there is no more singing detaches into the grey courts fuelled by pocketsful of lies rocks and gavels for the weighting ocean deep confetti bottomless drowning the other sees blue detaches into the grey purple bruises fade away purple bruises wrapped in white paper sentences stain the mind words black peppered crushed mulberry memories flock like seagulls their call haunting hungry scavengers feeding messages clipped around their ankles carrier pigeons in steel cages jail birds wait the day anticipating windows watch windows the colour of deep forests turn and walk away murders of crows wings rise and fall towards the green bruise of daylight stain the mind mottled lights along a road flood the dark spots driven the long way home behind straight lines boundaries marked contained within fences broken prisons min min jackets keys thrown far away golden chords harpooned in the heart of a lost cherub in safe harbour another calling see waves wash the grave dirt away windows watch windows the colour of deep forests turning towards dark night, the missing archangel walks away spilling blood like poetry (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) A Halloween Story hints of pantoum photographic art, Max Dupain/Australian. Music. "High Above a Green Grey Sea", Colin Stetson.

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Robert Gorelick

Date: 10/27/2022 5:09:00 PM

A rueful, cautionary tale of integrity compromised, and love lost, sharing the stage with fate's ubiquitous presence and steely, unswerving intent. One for the archives

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/27/2022 5:13:00 PM

Indeed, for the archives. Not too far buried at the back of the vault, but easy enough to find, for future reference. Forward ho. Thanks Robert.

Ts Poetry

Date: 10/27/2022 3:40:00 PM

Prisoners of our own demise..congratulations Modesty

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/27/2022 4:38:00 PM

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/some_men_some_women_1496712

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/27/2022 4:32:00 PM

ta. Not for many...of their own demise. Read above.

I Am Anaya

Date: 10/27/2022 11:54:00 AM

Deep into that darkness peering long I stood there dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before--Edgar Allan Poe

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/27/2022 4:33:00 PM

You can say that again sister. xx

I Am Anaya

Date: 10/27/2022 11:49:00 AM

Congratulations Lady Labyrinth on a soul felt Halloween Story, POTD! Bruising shows itself in many colors, in its stages of healing. On stanza (13) an angel tragically sacrificed, only in the deep dark abyss, frightening!

I Am Anaya
Date: 10/27/2022 5:19:00 PM

I Am AKA Lady Death the Anayalator! ;D

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/27/2022 5:08:00 PM

"The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales." Cherubs find their way home eventually.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/27/2022 4:33:00 PM

Bruises fade. Eventually. One way or the other. It's how you annihilate the jabberwockies and rise to victory that matters.