Peter S. Quinn

Give Me Heart And Love Of Thistles - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Give me heart and love of thistles
And something that unknots the day
Feelings are lonesome too bristles
For so much of them are in gray
Playful are clouds black fissures
Beautiful ones the no one can undo
The flowers to find its wishers
Something of the essence and true

Bleeding up roses of white or red
Gardens where hearts are found
Nickel silver spoons brownish bled
Those together are more purely bound
Lilies on a vermilion white plate
Like electric butterflies bleeding
Each of the emotional corrode state
Those to eyes are momentarily reading

Can you do some somber indulgences?
With flowers that are almost stones
Never to undo the burning trances
That touch has among essences alones
Someone might speak of great love
On doing its bluish golden ointments
Something so faraway in the above
That never again it'll show relents


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 11, 2011

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