Summer

Summer.

 

The monochrome water colour sky

Reflecting the waters of tears from time.

Blood diluted

But only the blood shared by our veins

Despair spilled overtime

Broken.

 

The complicit silent bonds disintegrated

I didn’t see this coming.

Ironing ironic as a thoughtful moment

Imparts an awareness

Warmed by the weak summer sun

Piercing the crying sky.

 

Wings dry soaring to join the flock

With each beat free.

◄ Sonnet III

Day after rememberance ►

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Louise Coulson

Mon 13th Jul 2009 18:48

Thanks Dermot. Think I may do a couple at the next Wigan!

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DG

Sun 12th Jul 2009 23:27

Nice. When are we going to see you perform it on stage at Wigan or somewhere?

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Louise Coulson

Sun 12th Jul 2009 21:05

Thanks Francine. I was trying to convey in the last two lines the freedom from these feelings. Beat of the wings, beat of the heart, beat of the rhythm possibly....

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Francine

Sun 12th Jul 2009 16:30

Some very powerful images in this that express loss, hopelessness and resignation...

Not sure what is meant by 'With each beat free'

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