I love your voice slowly sliding,
in my eardrums as a beastly flood;
to explode flashing pigeons of nudity,
sweats sticky, can't find a simple way.
Falling into the path of my physic;
in grey lavender tender hairy furs,
collapsed within an ultimate disposition,
driving my soul in hatred of dampness.
Humidity left in unnourished vastness,
when deeply grow as benign manger lily;
in suffering transitive placid at edges
of hits sudden, amid middle of nocturnal.
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
Prompt: Picture
Credit: misslenin
Link: http://photobucket.com/image/funny%20pictures/misslenin/ihatehumidity.jpg?o=2
A contest entry
- PIF PICTURE CONTEST by penman.
750 points, ended June 6, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.


