eclipse Posted February 5, 2018 Share Posted February 5, 2018 The hands of stars polished diamonds on our backs made by angels from blood, they trampled on our backs as the golden oriole's breast covered the moon. We placed sleeping tablets on the night's tongue and learnt the language of fire-the night spoke in it's sleep, the names of those killed, angels left wings as they parachuted from graves. The war was like a wind blowing against bloody wrists near a cross that eventually reached the wings of a bird. Ocean waters like blood washing against lighthouse nails, spirits sailed on time's waters warning never to predict or prophesize their demise. Deserts exhaled when soldiers returned home, our shadows were distilled in a forest of moons. I returned to the soil, letting it fall through my scarred fingers, clouds pass through the eyes of the dead. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted February 5, 2018 Share Posted February 5, 2018 Ah Barry, Here is the old Barry imagery. I would love to be able to turn images upside down and then write them sideways on the page. Sometimes you put the strangest words together and come out with magic. "we placed sleeping tablets on the night's tongue and learnt the language of fire" who thinks like that?" Interesting "hidden rhyme" prophesize/ demise nails/sailed I liked it but of course, didn't understand it other than I got an anti war vibe. He's back. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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