Venting the Orwellian Hand Maid's Tale Psychotic of the current American Dream
Beautiful lines, Susie . . . :)
I find that the harvest of thorns seed much of my writing so i can totally relate to this Susie! Another amazing poem you have written with this photo! Your poetic creativity is what keeps your inkwells garden so lovely and full!
Amazing poem. You speak of thorns and I speak of wasps. Perhaps we were on the same path.
Lovely and pointed. :)
Harvest of thorns... amazing.
I love the dance between the middle and last stanzas. Not every ink-soul will flight, and some blooming beauties are destined to thorn and bleed.
The beauty of words penned with thorns is that the pain can be savored every time we read them. Very chilling words.
Susie, I love your line "Not everything born on my tongue shall be penned with wings"..I love this and sometimes I have to remember not to speak every thought. Lovely.