Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Losing My Breath For Words (1/2 Sonnet)

Let forth broken orchids upon my grave.
Blended hues of unblack 'lone thrive in rock,
Revered and loved, but not painted to talk,
Toss those orchids at my cool corpse reposed,
Hate, hope love let their own life-force rub off.
In time souls fly back to where they were heard,
Someday you'll feel my breath mix with your words.