"for Sondra" by Ross Balcom

for Sondra

the open veins

of sunset

spill blood

across the sky

you who died

amidst roses

transfixed

by the razor's smile

only the twilight

breathes your name

--Ross Balcom

Poet's Notes: This poem is for Sondra, but blood has no name and wants to flow free. Now Sondra is free, as we all should be.

Editor's Note:  I really enjoy how Ross employs assonance in this one.