the bandering snuttles
of sapless cloud teasing
weathered moat with tear
and soon all the shadowy
day-Gods were out
among full color lense
toting minced eye waves
pork-rinded skin canvas
rehearsing a makeshift litany.
Yet you could only wonder
how the sky would taste
when cooked
Let thy temple topple
opaquely dismantling itself
from word and stone
the uncommonness of space
comes precariously close
to wiping shoulders
with sedative spreads
the moon is down
cumbersomely napping
in dark closet posts
frugally eclipsed by
ceiling star
Yet time collapses in our lips
but we don't ever kiss
because this isn't love
not this
A contest entry
- Contest for free verse poems... PW of Sept'08 allowed by Manoj Sanyal.
370 points, ended September 15, 2008, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Interesting expression... though at places I couldn't understand at first reading. I shall re-read later.
Best wishes and good luck,
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Some very interestiong imagery. A lot of it I liked.
One small suggestion though...Lay off the PCP
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never! my muse is exposed!
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