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Toss my Mood
Mirror'd on mire
swamp stain green,
clings my reason to sprout seed.
In conjured moods
I guard loose thought.
grind-stone stand in bold set spot.
Won't move- on stubborn
nor skip, on whine.
Still place my palm
...upon the die.
Blow-kissed for luck,
I roll from tips-
of finger itched by moody fits.
Slow tumble-bump,
green velvet yields-
A push to burden,
yearn flow fills.
Exclamation point,
in shiny hue.
die casts a shadow
'pon my two.
Reworking my 'already burn'
Gone blues, for missing you.
Published 3rd Jun 2015
| Edited 20th Jul 2015
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Anonymous
4th Jun 2015 3:38pm
this has a marvellously melodic, almost lulling quality when read aloud, regardless of the tumultuous nature of the thoughts.
beautifully written indeed xo
beautifully written indeed xo
4th Jun 2015 3:45pm
luv-nuzzles, lady!
was drownin' in blues and missin' my baby
(grumble-pout)
*oath, I'll master the roll of that die..sumday.
mwahs & ty-ty's
~d
was drownin' in blues and missin' my baby
(grumble-pout)
*oath, I'll master the roll of that die..sumday.
mwahs & ty-ty's
~d
Anonymous
4th Jun 2015 5:56pm
amazing melodic and random creative play with words..way to defy convention..nice write
O-thankies hun!
Gotta say fuks-to-the-box of format, rite?
I'ma big fan of word flavor & just say...no!-
to haiku ;)
luvz fer reading!
~d
Gotta say fuks-to-the-box of format, rite?
I'ma big fan of word flavor & just say...no!-
to haiku ;)
luvz fer reading!
~d
