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Christmas Trees at Smithfield Central Doctors

"...in spring, the most delicate feathery yellow of plumes and plumes and plumes and trees and bushes of wattle, as if angels had flown right down out of the softest gold regions of heaven to settle here, in the Australian bush." — D. H. Lawrence, Kangaroo Paraboloid totems of evergreen hope, upside down, Sparkling white trinkets, sparkling white dears; ‘What do we need to do now?’ You ask; I got my husband’s winged blue stone gift around my neck, a dragonfly, Isn’t my green dress an ornamental kingly shroud? Both stormy and luminous, the cuts on my arms are still caked in dried blood, You are sad: your heart bleeds into mine with a bit of emerald dust and ruby red sunrises; The Doctor is the Rose; I am the Flame You are all marble, Plato, self-contained, I am grotesque, decaying, Lilith-born, My scars are trim poodles Whose slightly wolfish eyes Will bleed a blazing cornucopia of yellow wattle sprigs; Doctor, your heart is a gold mine and joyous as Spring

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Date: 1/11/2025 4:47:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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