Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011


by Herman Douglas

I loosed my veins to see the rivers, the red love, god gave me.

Trying to forgive myself. Give it back.
Watch the mist, shallowing in the water. The bright love drifting around me.

The cold comes inside

Becomes inside.
Subtle bass, Soft cello, I heard the ocean when I was a boy,  we sailed on small ships.
Crimson horizon, staining, saturating thank you.
See the symphony ?, close your eyes, the wonder, the notes, the red, the love, the
gift I was given.

I am going home, again, gonna get it right this time

Added: 18.04.2011