| Wednesday, March 10, 2010 8:51AM | | | | A Bleeding Star (poem) | Posted By: Boria Sax
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| Tags: A Bleeding Star, The Poet's Press |
A BLEEDING STAR
One line for the horizon,
The black scar
A child slashed across the page.
A bleeding star
Had risen from the wound.
He drew himself, then threw
The sheet away.
Globes of rain
Soaked fibers of the page
To etch a pattern
Delicate as frost, and wind
Raised, whirled, and flung down
That fragile world;
A woman picked it up and took it home.
The boy was soon a man, and found the page.
The crayon sun asked,
“Can I shine again?”
The crayon boy asked,
“What have I become?”
The man said nothing, but his face said all.
He tossed the drawing in a fire.
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