Rick Richardson Poet Dramatic Verse

Dead Poets

Their words. 
Like the softest cannon fire. 
Shrapnel finding every mark. 
In blood and brain and bone
and heart. 
Leaving us to bleed
for more. 
Till fire, now silenced
turns to dark. 

3/30/14

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Poet Destroyer A December 20, 2014 at 8:59 AM I LOVE THIS RICK! I was dead for a while, so this has my full attention... have a nice one... LINDA

Larry Berdoo March 31, 2014 at 12:18 PM So much depth. With so little words, message loud and clear. Rick Richardson March 31, 2014 at 12:37 PM Thanks much, Larry.

Barbara Gorelick March 31, 2014 at 8:16 AM Oh wow, this is wonderful. to my favs. BG Rick Richardson March 31, 2014 at 9:15 AM Thanks, Barbara. Rick