Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #170 (From, This Is My Wasteland) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Whisper
of yesterday's dream
into sparse beams
of falls

scarlet mouth of sun
scatters earth blossoms

rusted cream colors
beneath


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 4, 2011


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