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Rain Painted Rose

dont we all live deep within the walls of a rain painted rose rosey moments once fresh are set ablaze whose bones are jewel encrusted with decays within our deepest reds the scent of saints and dreams are bled glancing off a soul of glass so very briefly glowing off the face- as every breath tends to climb toward light reaching the softest edge giving away.. tumbling down a stairwell of thorns- the clowns of living cycling round and round a face forelorn turned to dreamware we're juggled (dented circus pins) between hell and hope..less the kiln of god the devils twisted rope- dont we all live within the walls of a rain painted rose

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 12/6/2012 7:06:00 PM
I have neglected commenting on so many poems and have missed reading wonderful work, ...this poem makes me wake up and smell the roses...and climb up the stairwell of thorny gems. I must read more.:)
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Date: 12/4/2012 7:37:00 PM
Loved the title and a lot of the lines but I don't consider this a rhyme styled poem as it is coded. Still I enjoyed the poem.
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Date: 12/4/2012 5:22:00 PM
:-) pd
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Date: 12/4/2012 3:32:00 PM
gosh, this is REALLY good free verse. Such imagery!! I don't see many like this one!
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