Ripe as a swollen doorbell
and shivering
but not with cold
I perch
abreast herculean shoulders
and drip
like liquid candy coating
downwards
rinsing
in the sin of it all
utterly pervious
and overwrought with spasms of delight
as answers unveil themselves
one slender limb at a time,
answers to questions
either misplaced in time
or perhaps never even asked in the first place
but the pen tip scribbles on
fabling life
wanting more
and taking it,
lightning shakes a tender hill
and echoes its thunder
through the wall behind the night
as neighboring planets curl in blackened jealousy
again he strikes
and again
again
the pattern sweats like fury
preparing a moat around the fortress
where tooth touched nail
and lives
one another.
Author notes
they made me do it
Please tell me what you think
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Like a feather unanchored
shooting off
into a blue oblivion
blinded by sunshine
and lighter than air
my heart condenses
on the gentle,
glowing surface
of his beautiful, upturned ocean
and we rise
like the light of a flashlight
to the glorious
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Very amazing! Keep up the good writes!
Stacey
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I didn't know "they" could ever make you do anything
Great write as always. I also loved the
but the pen tip scribbles on
fabling life
wanting more
and taking it,
a very good, multilayered excerpt.
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That was an interesting write. I enjoyed it alot! Keep on writing, So I can keep on reading..
Your poetry always puts a smile on my faceStacey:
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Good stuff! I love the imagery, and it had GREAT flow.
Loved this:
but the pen tip scribbles on
fabling life
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