Paula Swanson Poet Pantoum

Thorns Upon a Wilted Vine

Thorns upon a wilted vine
hidden within my flower bed
Through and about they do twine
From my flesh, the color red

Hidden within my flower bed,
my emotions do languor
From my flesh, the color red
weeps, yet I feel no anger

My emotions do languor
Though the ancient Willow tree
weeps, yet I feel no anger
No flowers do I see

Though the ancient Willow tree,
through and about they do twine
No flowers do I see,
thorns upon a wilted vine

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Jay Loveless May 28, 2010 at 11:06 AM This is absolutley one of my favorite poems i have ever read. going to my favs. thanks so much for sharing it. if you would mind, would you please read and comment on my poem The Sounds Of A Storm? Id love your input. thanks ~Rain

Margaret Foster May 8, 2010 at 8:06 PM Terrific Pantoum Paula. It all flows so well. great work and good luck...Margaret