Submissions by adipoetry

i am
the last poem
etched by the finger of the sword,
stained with the blood of verse!
when i cry, i lose tears,
and i cry e'en more.
my tears well, and my wells dry,
and i become a desert. a desert!

i am
the last poem
read by the thunderous throat of the sky,
rained upon earth without love!
when i love not, i save more tears,
and i love not e'en more.
but my tears swell, and my swells burst,
and i become a catastrophe. a catastrophe!

i am
the last poem
etched and reading like an epitaph,
the last words...

One day,
I shall pick an axe
and decapitate the roses.
One fine day,
I shall pick a rose
and recuperate my noses.
One cold day,
I shall pick my nose
and pray my fingers
are still clean enough for
a genuine handshake...

(From my published collections "Thirty Four Minutes" - ©, 2011