Departure

by Poetvoices   Sep 10, 2006


The edge of the blade.
The peak of the high.
The bottle to lips.
The corners of time.

The green to finger tips--
results: green to brain and heart.
No one wins THIS race.
There's faultiness from the start.

The blanket of the dead.
The colors of the blind.
The song of the deaf.
The carnal to the mind.

Black on white,
red on white,
deep purple on white.
O, drastic night.

Nothing compares
to what some have seen,
been there for, felt,
or even been.

tears, blood drops,
oh, and lots of rain
collected in that ditch
to assure things never the same.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Letty

    Excellent....This poem reminds me of
    another great poet that I\'ve read.
    Emmily D, The words are not
    words she would use. But you do have
    some of her style. Believe me hun
    when I tell you that your on your way
    to being one of the best. There are a
    few things that you might need to
    work on, but you\'ll get soon. Again I
    say excellent work, and keep it up.

    Love
    Letty

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