Patti Masterman

Red As A Blood Pearl - Poem by Patti Masterman

Red as a blood pearl
Or a wandering sun,
Keener than bullets
Instructed to burn.

Young as a snakebite,
Older than frost,
Venomous capers
Before the spring thaw.

Lasting as fury,
Duller than coals,
Hater of mirrors
When you grow old.

Free as the windmill,
Less certain than death;
Owned by the graveyard
Before your first breath.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011

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