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Light Be Bled

Last
night's
tears fade
the flowers
on my person's quilt—
as morn annihilates heaven
pillow lays me wake in frisks and shams, remembered dreams.

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Brandy Nicole

Date: 1/24/2024 7:00:00 PM

' tears fade the flowers ' This image curls gently around me and my heart. There's so many moments and emotions within, my dear friend. Beautiful, yet tender. My best to you, Paige. Hugs, Brandy

Paige Hind

Date: 1/22/2024 7:49:00 PM

I completely did this wrong, so I rewrote it, and it turns out, it had a different message. I noticed on Ink's contest that the syllables were not right. So now you all can read it. Sorry again!

Silent One

Date: 1/22/2024 12:48:00 PM

Nicely done Paige..

Paige Hind

Date: 1/22/2024 9:12:00 AM

It's more of dreaming out of reality. I am okay. :) And the blood is light, what feels even though it blinds the night's heaven. Thank you all for your support.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/22/2024 8:49:00 AM

As always you came through with profundity and poignancy.

Paul Bell

Date: 1/22/2024 7:00:00 AM

Seven lines that pack a punch. Blood results in purity or pain, usually pain.

Sotto Poet

Date: 1/22/2024 6:58:00 AM

An exquisite revelation of idealism. Your poem was exceptionally well-written, Paige.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 1/21/2024 7:27:00 PM

I didn’t quite understand the end but overall I liked it a lot!

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/22/2024 5:11:00 AM

Hope things get better, Paige! Thanks for taking the time to explain. Hugs

Paige Hind
Date: 1/21/2024 7:59:00 PM

When you bleed something, you're real, so that contrasts...(I hope). <3

Paige Hind
Date: 1/21/2024 7:55:00 PM

Or at least for a little while after a dream. That is how we sleep, and do in our beds, or with them- frisk and sham. The truth is blind, so it doesn't notice frisks and shams currupting my dreams.

Paige Hind
Date: 1/21/2024 7:52:00 PM

In this poem, I used frisking and shamming- that's all that's left after the morning blinds and I forget what I dreamt. On a personal note, I've lost touch with reality, except with frisking and shamming through life

Light Be Bled

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