Veerle Heyninck Florimond Margriet Poet Personification

Dark Grip

the dancing discouraged his grief as branches under the sky of a fireworks of war 
forged by then the caterpillars and the bees 
take the nectar sweet flower of the sins they stay at home as the war steadily 
creeping bitterness among the clouds they see
 The move in the dark grip

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Dr.Ram Mehta January 5, 2011 at 6:05 AM Very creative but intriguing write on dark grip, veerle

Carol Sunshine Brown January 5, 2011 at 4:37 AM I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Veerle. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors this year. You can look to the left side of the main page and find lots of information about PoetrySoup. If you don't find what you are looking for ask any poet here. Everyone is willing to help. Love, Carol