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| YOUR POEMS ARE LIKE BLOOD She stood silent as velvet nights midnight cloak settled o'er the day and pondered shadows growing purple blooms while scent of moonlight tinged the air with rays she stood in open window waiting for the breeze when caught she did a whisper through the chatter of the leaves your poems are like blood she breathed your poems are like blood she heard flowing from the pain of wounds no longer kept inside spilling drop by drop onto the porcelain tiles once a sterile white stain growing crimson spreading undenied do you know the words you speak whisper breezes carry on... a shadow of the spill of wounds a scar upon the soul your poems are like blood she breathed your poems are like blood she heard then to the night that beckoned yet thick with shaded song she turned away to face the door and free from fear let go the tourniquet by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| WASHING OUT TO SEA Sheets of wind whipped about her as she lay upon the dunes bathing in the graying light one sunless afternoon a seashell beckoned loudly she placed it to her ear... Come home to me, it said Come home to me my dear so into the ocean blue she crept past a castle washing out to sea cold waters kissed her salty mouth and held her in embrace down an icy cheek a silent tear was softly wiped away and so gently rocked in cradles froth she bid farewell to life too quick was she to listen to voices from the sea for soon the tides began to change the sun peeked from the clouds and began to warm the land alas poor soul she never knew and upon the lonely beach the winds began to shift erasing all she was...all that she had left an imprint in the sand by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MIDI: PURPLE RAIN |
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