Words…. the poets lifeblood…
My words bleed red … running over the page
pouring out of the strict and rigid channels
onto flood plains of freedom unrestricted
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My words bleed red … staining minds who read them
with lasting impressions embedded like hooks in a song
never forgotten… but rather called up at a moments notice
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My words bleed red … life running out of me
so, I draw from your word bank of inspiration
mixing words with words finding my muse once more
Roth Poetry 
My bleeding heart loved your bleeding words!
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Thanks Jan! That is bloody good!! :>)
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A striking poem! Great symbolism! ❤
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Wonderfully done!
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Thank you so much Sheri! I appreciate your comment.
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You’re very welcome. Thank you so much for sharing with us!
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You are very welcome!
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I particularly like the second stanza.
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Thank you Liz. Some lines just stick it seems!
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You’re welcome, Dwight. So true about some lines of poetry!
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Yes. I have two from high school sophomore literature class that have never left. On from Shakespear, about the time taken at the flood leads on to fortune… and one from Colridge’s Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner… Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink…
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When I taught sophomore lit one year, one kid was very taken with “I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled” from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” He would say it aloud at the most random times. The line that sticks with me from 9th grade lit was “Margaret, are you grieving over Goldengrove unleaving” from Gerard Manley Hopkins’ “Spring and Fall: to a young child.”
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interesting what our minds collect! My sister loved the I grow old poem. It still sticks in my mind as well…. but stops at the beach!
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The mermaids didn’t sing to poor Prufrock.
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:>)
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I loved this poem.It’s so true,every word,every stanza..it reflects the exact thoughts we poets have when writing,doesn’t it? 😉
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Yes it does! Thank you so much for your comment!
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You know, I’ve had this same comparison in my mind for a while now, Dwight… I love this poem of yours!
-David
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Wonderful! Write yours and let it all run red!! :>)
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Powerful poem, beautiful photo. Poets words do start in their heart and form poems that touch the hearts of their readers. It’s so obvious, Dwight, your poems are from your amazing heart!
(((HUGS))) ❤
PS…Been super busy with yearly doc-appointments, etc., and preparing for Thanksgiving! 🙂
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I hope all is well with you. Thank you so much for your kind comments. Your poems also are most heartfelt!
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Love the bleeding red imagery and your words so poetically delivered to my heart that is beating red Dwight!💕-:)
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Thank you so much Cindy. I am glad you enjoyed it. The imagery of blood and words is so intense. That is what I hoped to share.
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You’re so welcome Dwight! Well done! 💕😘
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:>)
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and my words bleed red out of words for your amazingly written poems.
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That is so kind of you to say so… Thank you very much!
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You’re very much welcome 😊
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