Frank E Gibbard Posted April 4, 2012 Share Posted April 4, 2012 Waves cascading On desolate beach Of a dark deserted shore. Splashing sounds And drips of blood As rabid vultures soar, Loathsome their screech, Vile drippings from the maw. Red ocean's flood, Heart beat pounds Red, red resounds; Mind wondering: what does it mean? Red: the sound of War. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted April 4, 2012 Share Posted April 4, 2012 ok frank i didn't completely get you drift about war? i like this though. it flowed, had rhyth etc... you poetry craft is being honed and sounds crisp as ever i am impressed with your veratility.exalt nevertheless victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted April 13, 2012 Share Posted April 13, 2012 War, reduced to a color, red. I love it, together with the other more disturbing images. The first three lines are especially foreboding. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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