Omar Posted August 24, 2023 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
tonyv Posted September 3, 2023 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
Omar Posted September 6, 2023 Author Posted September 6, 2023 @tonyv thanks Tony, but I am not sure what you mean! Quote
tonyv Posted September 6, 2023 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
Tinker Posted January 1, 2024 Posted January 1, 2024 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
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