On Edge Poem by soren Barrett
On Edge
On a puzzle's edge where there is no form
Inside a thought riding a storm
assembling holes into a tarnished dream
rusted memories fall from a raveled seam
Thorn broken sticks the rose
a blossom without her clothes
garments of pink bleed red
droplets floating overhead
waves of floral silk make a pool
wilted echoes wrought by a fool
Yellow and blue sprout green
planted seeds never seen
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