How about a poem that doesn't involve any blood?

This is wonderfully dreamy

yes I felt

..like a treasure found

imagery yes....the readers are left with the touch of the poet as well.

Thank you for my first *sigh* in...ages

One of Pablo Neruda's 100 Love Sonnets is one of my favorites.

It's number 33

Love, we're going home now,

Where the vines clamber over the trellis:

Even before you, the summer will arrive,

On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom.

Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world:

Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey:

Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old

Old patience, dividing the day from the night.

And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea

Like two blind birds to their wall,

To their nest in a distant spring:

Because love cannot always fly without resting,

Our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea:

Our kisses head back home where they belong.

As a middle aged woman I appreciate this. .

"pored".

I like, "generous margins", "complex tables, charts and illustrations" and of course the last line is perfect. :)

Now if you will excuse me I have to go wail and gnash my teeth. Perhaps after I will bleed in a puddle on the floor. ;)

CLOVER OF DOVER

Hover sweet Heather, over the clover, under the thunder of the insect dragon.

Heal sweet Heather, heal the hurt, remove the dirt from my beer sausage; from my wretched, twisted and demented circuitry.

"Bring me my hot dog" my dear Debbie moans.

Morbid sighs, silken thighs, conceal the African butterfly.

"Buffy, Buffy , roughy toughy" the bit*h barks to her demanding dog friend.

"Buffy,Buffy, I've had enoughy!"

Painted lips, spill over hospital white. Chunks and hunks. Flotsam and jetsam of yesterdays lunch.

"Shaddap Shaddap!" her gray head shakes, quivers and quakes,

dispelling myths of flying flakes.

dispersing moths, displaying snakes

Pig Anatomy?

Doc, you missed the flower pressed

between the pages.

i do no longer understand why, yet this struck me as being maximum lyrical.... and that i do no longer even understand what "lyrical" actual skill in poetry, yet after interpreting it, that became into the 1st word that got here to my strategies.

Lovely. :-)

it's bloody sh**