Friday, April 12, 2013

The Red Stain

A vision aRose
of expansive yellow..
with careful sighting
a small but definite
Rose stain appears..
Her self-portrait
claims this identity..
She asks if I hear
the sound of a poem..
with careful listening
a violin string
the approaching sound
 resembles most..
the string declares in
 ecstatic pain and joy
new birth once more
coming of Spring...!

for Eileen Rose...

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