Sally Plumb Plumb

Gold Star - 9,439 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Swing High Swing Low - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

When the vivid red of satan
leaves my shrinking veins,
then a stratus lays before
and from deep, deep wells of pain
oceans of tears have eyes to cry.
Ever falling blackness.
Bottomless, silent pools
that reflect nothing.

Lift me, black angel,
carry me high,
let me touch scarlet clouds
and dance in the sky.

Can I walk with the sun?
Can I run with the moon?
I beg you dark angel,
carry me soon.

Sally Plumb

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  • Unwritten SoulUnwritten Soul (10/21/2011 6:28:00 AM)

    You Bold it with extreme words, it kinda great to feel such power on this poem, Sally always knows how to swing her reader smiles.. :) Keep it up _Unwritten Soul (Report)Reply

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  • John Thorkild Ellison (10/7/2011 5:45:00 AM)

    This is very striking, Sally, Well done! ! Have you seen my poem 'Amand Knocks'? (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 7, 2011

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