Keep getting 1 & 2 line starts of poems but struggling to finsh them,
I hope this makes sense, I think it's a love poem??

~L.~


Run Amok, Sorrowful Fields



Beautiful genius amongst synchronised maddness.....

Mystified vacant eyes echoing
unvoiced mournful cries,
as silence's pain broods
on memories of hurtful goodbyes,

Pouring rain gleefully rubs
salt in festering wounds,
and the skeletons dance, in
all your closets that became tombs,

Run amok sorrowful fields
amid my disgrace,
invasive fingers of honey
soak rotting clothes of lace,

Alas! Is it cruel
for my pain to hope?
of her heart in shatteres,
Why, with another did she enlope?

23/06/10



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-06-23 at 15:16

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Hans Bump
Liz
You are very good ( and at your best) when you paint a biography of emotional experiences using both evocative and provocative phrases that are slightly veiled. and compelling . You invited me into the story when i read this, but also into a passionate confession. How brave to let your guard down. I'll bookmark this.

I hope I'm not reading too much into this interpretation.

Hans Bump
2010-06-26