Tuesday, September 26, 2017

"for Sondra" by Ross Balcom

for Sondra

the open veins
of sunset

spill blood
across the sky

you who died
amidst roses

by the razor's smile

only the twilight
breathes your name

--Ross Balcom

Poet's Notes: This poem is for Sondra, but blood has no name and wants to flow free. Now Sondra is free, as we all should be.

Editor's Note:  I really enjoy how Ross employs assonance in this one.

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