Wednesday, 7 March 2007

Bruised

Oval,red
falling through space,
edges turned
beauty spurned.

Falling again,
flashes of red
pure blissful dread.

Cut,tampered,distorted
rolling into a whirling mass
of red.
Lifeless,homeless
almost dry,
the petals of a rose flower

A red rose flower
that in their struggle
for survival were
bruised.....

2 comments:

ami said...

Good imagery. I like :)

casper said...

amigo will be thr forever ...n sky will always provide shelter 4 its dearest skylark...so thr reach out 4 the 6th one...still twirling in the 5th dimension???
luv u lots,
casp