Linda Hepner

Freshman - 931 Points (London)

Every Echo Is True - Poem by Linda Hepner

'Every word is true' you said
As you strode upstairs to bed.
You've been wined with white and red
And have slipped inside my head.

Soon you'll slip inside my bed
Winely dined and finely fed,
Leaving notes inside my head,
'Every word is true, ' you said.

Linda's blue but roses fed
With violet blues make love, you said,
Proving purple in my bed,
'Every word is true, ' you said.

Violets violate my bed
Finely strung with roses red,
Thus my strings for you are bled,
'Metaphors are true, ' I said.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Bleed, in recording, is when live nearby sounds are accidentally or intentionally picked up by the microphone. Technicians try to avoid it, but in the blues it is sometimes included as part of the experience.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 21, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 21, 2016

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