I have enjoyed writing poetry since I was 7 years old. I have never sent anything for publication, mainly because I write but don't edit enough. I have been a part of stanza groups in the past and have read my work out once! I don't have a particular style as I write from the heart. I hope you like something!
Berberis That mourning I went to the woods, misrepresented by madness. Life chastened, clouds crept on whilst I cried up on my cross. I picked obscure rose petals and placed them in abandoned jam jars. I trampled on my spirit, a quiet cost. I found an inner peace, like a pardon. A new diadem excavated encircled my loss. I danced on wet grass with God, crown festooned. I grasped but my hand met with a shrub called Berberis. It taunted me with it's pretty yellow flowers. Unkempt wasteland dominated, the boss. The devil kept up his damage, thorns tore at my mind. I found a wood anemone, growing in the moss. A delicate flower in a hostile wilderness. It showed me the beauty of the Holy Ghost. I sat down amongst the trees, at the natural altar of peace.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
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Tuesday 13 March 2012
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