DRESSED in heavy black, she shapes
herself into a local map, living in
paradise she thinks, is like heaven,
and hell.
DRESSED in heavy blue, she finds a
stalemate, and grabs it with both hands,
and both feet, cemented to the ground.
david i am developing a huge respect for your poetry that seems to come from the heart Warm regards allan
Just had to finally say it...I love all of your poetry, and this one about your sister, is down to earth all the way. Theo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David, I'm developing a huge fashion sense. DRESSED in beige would she then become a sage? Or DRESSED in yellow would she then attract a 'druid' type of fellow? I think 'DISJOINTED SCENES' is 'fierce' and oh, so chic! ...LOL. L