Romella Kitchens

Rookie - 160 Points (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

'Violet Comes Off Of The Trees, ' - Poem by Romella Kitchens

It is the sun, naked and new.

There birth beside child in life.

There are cradles of condition.

Each man
Each woman sensing different hues,

laying fetal in their sorrows from
time-to- time,

laying joyous and natal in their re-births


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  • Silver Star - 3,887 Points Dave Walker (8/8/2013 2:07:00 AM)

    A great poem, like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013


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