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

Date: 3/8/2013 9:11:00 AM

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

Connie Gildersleeve

Date: 3/4/2013 6:40:00 AM

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

Debbie Duncan

Date: 3/3/2013 5:04:00 PM

like the metaphors ;}

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/3/2013 4:23:00 PM

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

Carrie Richards

Date: 3/3/2013 2:40:00 PM

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

Duke Beaufort

Date: 3/2/2013 6:53:00 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

Date: 3/2/2013 12:03:00 PM

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

Duke Beaufort

Date: 3/2/2013 7:59:00 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.

Russell Sivey

Date: 3/1/2013 6:30:00 PM

This is an ingenious and clever write my friend! I really enjoyed reading this delightful poem this evening! What a glorious piece, Great Work!!