Sunday, 12 April 2015

30 Poems in April 2015

Day Twelve

Writing a Sapphics Poem, a hard challenge! My second attempt.


Golden apples hang upon golden branches
silver sparrow fluttering sadly glances
speak so soft, disturb not, make no harsh din
still she lives within

Drawn in deeper, solitude beckons only
beckons with a subtlety, drowns the lonely
shiny outside hides inner distrust, distress
shell painted feels less

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