deepundergroundpoetry.com

PASSING

Her naked skin
Mottled with lime
Leaf shadows

The lichen still moist
Far from summer sight
Less, least, a lease
Of season passing

Pass the seasoning

One egg
Not beaten
Broken in two

A bottomless bowl
Always open
So never
Full

Of love
Full of life
I let go.
Written by whale
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 8 reading list entries 0
comments 18 reads 816
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 8:47pm by Wafflenose
COMPETITIONS
Today 8:45pm by Viddax
SPEAKEASY
Today 8:44pm by Wafflenose
COMPETITIONS
Today 8:02pm by jigg82
SPEAKEASY
Today 7:55pm by The_Darkness_Insid