Photo ~ China Travel Go
I am not a sailor
who has sailed
upon an ocean
painted turquoise,
but I once found
my way across
a crimson sea.
Upon its blood red
I gloried in the irony
that freedom sang
a birdsong and not
a funeral hymn
written by guns of war.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
At Real Toads Hannah introduced us to the beautiful Red Beach in Panjin, China to use as inspiration for our writing.
Comments
-HA
I love every line - fine thoughts, well-executed.
that freedom sang
a birdsong and not
a funeral hymn
written by guns of war.
Luv, K
Hank
Thank you for joining, Susie!
I specially love this part:
that freedom sang
a birdsong and not
a funeral hymn
written by guns of war.
and
it is true for me too.
The entire piece had a musical quality to me, even as read and not spoken out loud.
Love it.
Thank you
Peace
Siggi