Wednesday, February 9, 2011

un-red valentine

your love is like
wild winds whipping my heart
staining me blue


Tin Man said...

A most excellent and visually stirring poem

Like the blue ocean waves, where thee lay,
lulled in the coils of poetry’s crystal stream
of thoughts, offering up to your imagination
that which whispers to you as the wild wind.

Vivian said...

Thank you, much, sir!

I hear thee in the night
whistling through the trees.
Our muses have met years ago
and painted many images
upon the leaves.