Fields of red poppies
Litter the landscape of my soul
Composed bleeding
Never a mess to be found
Yet the color gives voice to pain
To the wrenching hurt
Of being meticulously cut
A thousand silent times
Never noticed
My face ashen
As pretty poetry takes
My life blood
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I created this blog as a way to express myself using my poetry and photography. It is a reflection of who I am and of the things that interest me. I have many muses…perhaps the greatest one being my love of the sea, how I gravitate to anything relating to water, how I feel a pull toward it deep in my bones. At times I will be revisiting content that I have shared on Twitter which has, until now, been the forum I have expressed myself in. That said, the content will change over time as the blog grows and develops. It is my hope that the reader will enjoy the journey.
Siren Whispers 
May 3, 2018 at 12:27 am
So many great lines in this poem!
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May 5, 2018 at 10:40 pm
Smiles. Thank you, I’m glad you think so.
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