Poetry of the Soul

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray

Twilight November 11, 2009

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 7:16 pm

As twilight reaches in

Blood red roses close up

The leaves, as a wreath,

Encircle the flower.

Stars pinprick through the clouds

As needles sewing together the heavens.

What if they fell out of the sky,

Burning droplets of gold?

Would it rip apart like a

Seam tearing in two?

Or would it melt together,

A velvet black length of fabric?

(c) Lauren Otheim – 2009

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