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By Mel Trent

I wore
red to your funeral
a blister against
the stone grey sky
white snow and standard
black of mourning
and I lived in darkness
with the throbbing
of rain on tin
penetrating my sleep
disturbing my inner senses
leaving the impression
of being red
or maybe some
perception of defiled dignity
Article © Mel Trent. All rights reserved.
Published on 2009-09-21
2 Reader Comments
09:49:09 PM
i read a lot of bad poetry. this isn't such.
M.J. Nicholls
05:25:07 PM
Defiled dignity is the best kind. I enjoyed.
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