My love is a red, red pool.
Sanguine infact.
Not a puddle, but a pool,
Something that you can immerse yourself in,
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Ah, so you finally wrote a poem about the very subject you find... hard to understand and find it baffling that most poems relate to it. :) but the poem was amazing! Not just the poem, but the pictures....the feeling that drips from the words in all their grand and poignant stances, the form you made the very words take... it all adds to the feeling. The Death-guard makes sure And chooses from the coldest cavern Of his conscience Not to help me out. This line gave me goosebumps and the images that ran through my mind as well as the emotions it invoked in me were quite an experience. I highly enjoyed this one Mark... great job! And sorry if my comment made no sense...I'm just pensive...
How I missed your poetry! This poem reminded me why. Interesting you've written about love, this is the first time I've read a poem of yours on that subject. The love you describe starts out as deep passion, grandiose and suffocating and then turns toxic, deadly, fatal. And oh my the part on the one lung screaming to the other made me shiver. I wish I came up with that graphic and beautiful word picture. Finally the ending...diving into love eye first, hands second and everything else third...so gorgeous. I keep re-reading this one over and over again Mark. It is breathtaking. You have not only suceeded in writing on this subject, you have made it legendary. Going on my favorites list right away.
very well written & I'm happy for you! keep going because I know you certaintly keep me going x