C.R. Blazo

Rookie (11`21`79 - Present / Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

Balsam - Poem by C.R. Blazo

Old and worn is our plumage
None too bright and none too fresh
We have traveled great distances
Standing like snakes in a daze
Our inner light is dimming
Held up only by will
We could collapse anytime
Summer turns to fall
And day to night
The witch's moon hangs low
A distant smell
Of burning wood and dying leaves
Creates a tear
An opening
Where fingers protrude
Gripping and ripping to get out
We are born
Fresh plumage
A light in our eyes
And the sun in the sky
As we sit under the hues of fall
Turning thoughts into colors.

Comments about Balsam by C.R. Blazo

  • Gold Star - 36,621 Points * Sunprincess * (10/14/2012 8:18:00 AM)

    oh chris love this one it is a perfect poem for the month of october..love the imagery! . :) (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 7,730 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (10/11/2012 9:34:00 PM)

    the sweet smell of balsam is very pleasant early morning and it is one of my favorite subject..Thank you for sharing! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, October 12, 2012

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