Dross

As the sun filters through branches
Brown crackled blooms exposed
No longer hidden by bright blossoms
Which spring had just transposed

The sunlight's angle is now changed
Revealing hidden parts
Only the dross is bad_ grotesque
Secrets deep in one's heart

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Jack Horne

March 8, 2013 at 9:11 AM

thought proking write indeed, my friend - congrats on your wins too : )

Connie Gildersleeve

March 4, 2013 at 6:40 AM

Sara an interesting write. Stimulates thoughts. Nicely sone. Warm Smiles, Connie

Debbie Duncan

March 3, 2013 at 5:04 PM

like the metaphors ;}

Andrea Dietrich

March 3, 2013 at 4:23 PM

I like how this one has a deeper meaning. VEry nice, Sara.

Carrie Richards

March 3, 2013 at 2:40 PM

You caught my curiousity....what secrets so deep, unrevealed? ...not for me to know! :) very interesting poem. great work!

Duke Beaufort

March 2, 2013 at 6:53 PM

Sara, Thank-you for the message. That is a way of dealing with the heavy weighted material. It is interesting, however, that certain things come back like boomerangs at the strangest times. The mind has all these things filed and organized, and it only takes a trigger of some kind to cause the "file" to be accessed. It is always another chance to look at an old item.

Anne-Lise Andresen

March 2, 2013 at 12:03 PM

...like it - - - S-mails in reur, Sara. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Duke Beaufort

March 2, 2013 at 7:59 AM

Yes, the things left over from the past. That stuff can really weigh us down. Have you discovered how to get rid of it? The poem makes me wonder about so much.