Poppies are my roses (An incantation)
by Dew Of Blood (Member) - published: August 8, 2004
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I love myself

I wish I'd write a minimalistic poem of poppies white with forgetting and fingers of the girl - perfect in her void - that plucks their petals humming and whispering an incantation she does not understand.

I don't love myself

I wish I'd learn the sleep and the dream from these poppies, and I wish I'd dream roses with red thorns for the wanton butterflies of a girl frightened by perfection

Can I love?

Poppies are my roses.

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Stille

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The following comments are for "Poppies are my roses (An incantation)"
by Dew Of Blood

Dew of Blood....
This really made me stop and think You got my 'Canterbury Tales' and Dickens mood on, if that makes sense!!

I would love to see this develop more, hear more of what you are trying to say.

Alex :-)

( Posted by: londongrey [Member] On: August 11, 2004 )

I don't...
know why I ever left this site, but then again with a faulty computer that holds my trite poetry, I must say its great to be back and see people who expose themselves with all this emotion, and not afraid to put themsleves out there and I really like this.

( Posted by: ryangilr0y [Member] On: April 10, 2005 )

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