Dorina Neculce

Bronze Star - 2,949 Points (13 iunie 1964 / Romania)

Stamps - Poem by Dorina Neculce

comes not say


over the shadow

shake a hand so

I like a wet bird

bears my people

slap name into

received aand star

I have thit on a map

very old

wich howth howls of wolves

hiena put their

smelling like snout

the taste of blood

(three drops petrified

as our tongues)

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction

Form: Prose Poem

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  • Dorina Neculce (1/26/2016 2:21:00 PM)

    thank you for invitation (Report) Reply

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  • Dorina Neculce (1/26/2016 2:17:00 PM)

    thank you for invitation! (Report) Reply

  • Shah Surja (1/26/2016 12:35:00 PM)

    Welcome to poemhunter Ma'am. thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

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