A Persons Thorns often broke his Rose

A persons thorns often broke his rose
And in the clouded whir
The needle of the thorn
Stitched a lick of blackberry blood
On a finger dipped in the cliff cloud moment
That hung like indecision that never evaporated
But hung like gloom on the branches of his being.

A Persons Thorns often broke his Rose

timbuckley

Muckross Killarney, Ireland

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This was part of a writing challenge you had to pick a well know proverb and corrupt it so I picked a translation of the irish proverb which says a mans mouth often broke his nose, then you had to pick at least five words from this list cliff, cloud, voice, whir, needle, blackberry, mother , lick then in 10 mins compose a poem

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