Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 6,059 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

A Poem Holds Your Hand - Poem by Mark Heathcote

A poem holds your hand
It whispers come gather
These windblown, fruits
Eat of this sun's lather.

The bee stamens sting,
Is like a gloved fist.
And, like the poet's pen!
Must die a little to coexist.

Vertigo, dizzies itself on a cleft
Like a blackbird in full song!
The chorus is short-lived:
But its echoes are lifelong.


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  • Gold Star - 5,863 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (9/17/2012 3:08:00 AM)

    wonderful write on poem! Good! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 23, 2014


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