the name game
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as if red would change hue by calling it blue
then lavender and lemons could be interchanged
while joy and melancholy ride the same fence
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roses aren’t always red and blue is a mood
spite is never a flavor but we know how it tastes
the moon never burns and the sun always sleeps
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blood seen through my skin runs aquamarine
the spider only knows the rhyme scheme of hunger
evening always lights the candle of mourning
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each heart is the color of refrain
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo.
Also joining in with PAD (poem a day) over at Writer’s Digest.
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April 13th, 2014 at 4:29 pm
Lovely poem, just perfectly weighted and with a delicate feel, like silk against the skin. I love the line “evening always lights the candle of mourning” for its really wonderful use of meaning, although in real life and taken literally it’s personally the opposite for me 🙂
So lovely to have a poem a day from you.
April 15th, 2014 at 4:10 am
ahh. each line is a morsel ~
April 15th, 2014 at 5:15 pm
spite is never a flavor but we know how it tastes…so clever.