Omar Posted August 24, 2023 Share Posted August 24, 2023 I woke up to see a morn of night, A nibbling ache I have no responsibility to. It was- But a shearing blad Of delusion that must be paid with blood. The hammer swang,The knife twisted And I finally could hear the pulse Of my ear. The white Rose smiled For her envy, at last, smudged red. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted September 3, 2023 Share Posted September 3, 2023 On 8/24/2023 at 3:52 PM, Omar said: ... I woke up to see a morn of night, A nibbling ache I have no responsibility to ... That's where it's at for me, Omar. The rest of it is real, but I don't want to go there, I don't want to know. Tony 1 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...
Omar Posted September 6, 2023 Author Share Posted September 6, 2023 @tonyv thanks Tony, but I am not sure what you mean! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted September 6, 2023 Share Posted September 6, 2023 3 hours ago, Omar said: @tonyv thanks Tony, but I am not sure what you mean! Omar, it’s just the part that touched me the most on a personal level. I enjoyed the poem very much. Tony 1 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...
Tinker Posted January 1 Share Posted January 1 Hi Omar, I loved the sonics of this one. "swang" '~~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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