Friday, April 6, 2012
National Poetry Month: Day Six
Good Friday
All day I looked for the perfect image
just the right amount of drama
for this dark part of the story
something visual
to marry with the tolling bell.
Solemn is the word.
Rending. Torn.
I have nothing but this:
the pink of this morning's sunrise
against the even darker blue.
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2 comments:
Pure literary beauty.
I'm lucky to have a mom who can do this shtuff. :D
yes, we're very lucky
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