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the birds singing to the emptiness of her soul
red blooms like the bleeding of her heart
home of the cranes, repository of her dreams
posted for Hannah's Transforming Friday prompt at Real Toads: Red Beach, Panjin, China, a marvellous sea of colour every autumn. I have not even attempted to count syllables, or adhere to any form, just transcribed what came. But Hannah says we can do that!!!! Wikipedia says this area is home to the cranes along with hundreds of other bird species. Wow. Bucket list.
Melancholic, yet beautiful. :-)
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'repository of her dreams'.....love the expression...
ReplyDeleteI too like repository of her dreams ~ Yes, this goes to my bucket list too ~
ReplyDeleteAs if we could build such a place from the inside out! Sweet and sad. Something you might paint.
ReplyDeletedreaming in red... ~
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely but, it holds a tint of sadness..
ReplyDeleteMy husband has always wanted to go to China. I've resisted, but for this sight I may concede some day. How beautiful. And once again the words just flow to and from you.
ReplyDeleteOh, Sherry I just love how you went inward with this. Your writing here is raw and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for joining!
You are writing really beautifully despite your sadness. Thanks. K.
ReplyDeleteyou penned some remarkable words.. tinged with some sadness
ReplyDeletepretty cool....we used to have cranes more when we lived in florida....and herons....what cool birds....sounds like a neat place...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...love "repository of her dreams"
ReplyDeleteSo few words...so beautiful! Takes my breath away! Thank you Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI love what comes out when you just let it flow, then transcribe it. The world of your poetry is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
Beautiful and well written.
ReplyDeleteThank you !
Peace
Siggi