The latest offering over at weekend wordsmith is the word “pallid.”  Combined with the photo posted there, it really evoked some powerful, gut-wrenching memories for me.  The word “pallid” doesn’t get used here, but it forms the underlying imagery, the words “pale” and “white” taking its place.  I apologize if the colorful formatting makes this piece difficult to read, but this is how I pictured it in my head… If I knew a way to give the poem a black background, I would.
Ghost flesh, razor blade
Red script on a white page
Pale face
, crimson scrawl
Hand print on a white wall
Nose bleed, empty eyes
Sunset in a pale sky
, spreading thin
Question in her white skin
Published in: on September 12, 2009 at 6:42 pm  Comments (3)  
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3 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. Wow this is beautifully done !!
    Keep it up! Keep writing.

    Here’s mine:

  2. Dark. I love the rhythym, almost making this a chant.

  3. hello,

    thanks for the great quality of your blog, each time i come here, i’m amazed.

    black hattitude.

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