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The man who wasn't there

By ItsAnnier All Rights Reserved ©

Poetry

A Pantoum

Look not for me when roses bloom
with petals stained a vibrant red,
or seeds lie under snow's dark tomb
I will not come for I am dead.

With petals stained a vibrant red
see not the fragrant hyacinth cup,
I will not come for I am dead,
and wandering bees dip heads to sup.

See not the fragrant hyacinth cup
her face to seek for life's sweet rain
and wandering bees dip heads to sup,
your smile I'll never see again

Her face to seek for life's sweet rain
or seeds lie under snow's dark tomb
your smile I'll never see again,
look not for me when roses bloom.

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Richard D. Cooper: I wish I could write poetry like this. It's clever because it also tells a story, too. I like the flow of it, the way sentences slip together as they should. Very good indeed. I have also started to read your others works, and will review them when finished. Keep going. Never stop.

maxniederhofer: Kara,I loved this. The one suggestion I would make is to show me, don't tell me. E.g."Now look at your skin / It is beautiful / You are beauty pure."It might be better to use more evocative imagery and language to make me feel, i.e. truly comprehend, the pure beauty, rather than telling me it is ...

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Barbara Ivusic: I really loved this poem. Perfect use of imagery to outline the digital age. I loved the image of the olive branch and how it is posted for all to see but no one can touch it. Everything you describe is so true that it has become common knowledge yet no one acknowledges it anymore. I look forward...