Poem -

Dead Air

He brought to her perfume
Lavishly wrapped
Yellow silk petals. That.
curled round her thumb
Newly fresh deadness
that pulsed
with life's thrum
He offered up bounties. From.
Reaper's grim lair
she closed the door firmly. On.
Decaying air...
.
she didn't like flowers

she didn't like him.

M ~

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sparrowsong

Hello Marion...

Surely, he's made just for that special someone...

Then what happens?

Does he feel like Grinch when his heart softened?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Marion

Hey Sparrowsong...how are you? 
Sending thanks and hugs your way x

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Tony Taylor

Beautifully morbid!!.....I love your amazing style of
placing an amazing flourish and spotlight on that
which so many dare not contend with...at least that
is my impression dear poet sister.....ALL STARS!!
You are such a gifted writer.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo

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Marion

Hello Tony, so nice to see you back, I hope you are in good health. Thankyou....you know me...nothing but morbid lol...hugs X

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Kristin Gudbjar...

Love this poem , really a enjoyable read and with so much thought behind the words. 
 

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Marion

Thanks so much Kristin x

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Neville

Oh er .. to err is to be human .. the silly old thing .. I think to have ringed her and a box of chockies would have gone down better .. perhaps .. x

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Marion

Ha...lol...I can see you're a ladies man! 
thanks Neville x

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