lay him on his pyre
kindled with tear stained pages
purge his tortured soul
This entry was posted on September 5, 2010 by tracyhsays. It was filed under Life .
Very interesting poem Tracy…the emotion seemed different from some of your other poems.
September 5, 2010 at 12:40 pm
Indeed…it feels like one of Tennyson’s 600 just before the charge; almost despair, but not quite, sad nonetheless. Thanks much for the comment.
September 5, 2010 at 5:40 pm
September 5, 2010 at 2:48 pm
Thank you for reading 🙂
September 5, 2010 at 5:41 pm
WOW! That’s great…seriously…3 lines that just made my heart skip a beat. Man…i feel it Tracy.
September 5, 2010 at 4:35 pm
Thanks, Janessa. Glad you read with feeling. 🙂
September 5, 2010 at 5:43 pm
animated and cute!
September 5, 2010 at 5:04 pm
great read. short yet powerful. thanks!
September 6, 2010 at 3:53 am
🙂 Thank You 🙂
September 6, 2010 at 10:49 pm
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