the nourice taks bluid
sin throuch the winnock
rugs oot the reiddest tulips
the nurse takes blood
sun through the window
draws out the reddest tulips
posted by John McDonald at 2:45 AM
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
sin throuch the winnock
rugs oot the reiddest tulips
the nurse takes blood
sun through the window
draws out the reddest tulips
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6 Comments:
A very inspired juxtaposition, John. Also I remark the strong contrast between pain, illness and the red beautiful flower. Although the flower is cut and will die at sunset. I like very much your poem.
5:40 AM
amazing imagery......loved it!
5:53 AM
excellent, john!
10:04 AM
nice combination
10:27 PM
Earth blood test, high time, could be seriously ill!?:)
1:55 AM
Strange thoughts - and absent donor?
1:08 PM
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