tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29947933.post6432384677189695577..comments2023-09-29T09:27:20.666+00:00Comments on Bolts of Silk: Relics by Cortney BledsoeCrafty Green Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29947933.post-21534496072582587762008-06-08T14:45:00.000+00:002008-06-08T14:45:00.000+00:00I love the imagery of "no memories" at the beginni...I love the imagery of "no memories" at the beginning. Also, the following is brilliant:<BR/><BR/>"Mother, outside, today, there was a purple fire<BR/>like Mars riding down to trample us all. The world burned,and was renewed in light. I just wanted to tell you."<BR/><BR/>This poem sings.WHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14815646433314236886noreply@blogger.com