Curiousity
on a barbed wire
your steady eyes
eulogic
i pity
not putting you
next to a rose
on a snowy day
your black sheen
rejoicing in Titian red.
Immaculate white
the crow wonders
why winter
is a delicate harvest
the guts
not as black
as the heart
the reekness
of no reds
dumbfounds
Jay Coral, Los Angeles, USA
2 comments:
This poem I really enjoyed - the extremes of the colours, and the inner thoughts of the humble crow.
This is really cool.
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