Coursing river edge
By Jessica Orr
My sky is the coursing River edge.
I divide the halves by
the color red, in depth,
I drown a lovers quarrel,
spin and smile,
down I go.
Red is a color,
I see in the impact;
you sip my wine,
the darkest hole
is the richest of me-
Shame me in tears for
loves arrow pierces
and stern bleeding echoes.
Red is the color,
of music inside;
coursing my chest,
filling my urn.
My shallows mist,
a coo heard,
a somber place.
Red the spreading,
Red the surface-
A smile on my face.
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Copyright 2015 Jessica Orr
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On Friday, August 28, 2015, georgelstein
(62) wrote:
The structure is very creative and intriguing. I read it and I want to emulate it, which is meant as a compliment!