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Leave me or let me leave
Hordes echo, the hollow dayshow
clamor of lives;
avowing their wasted fruit- withering
wicked rabblers
molding in a bowl
-
I crave a lush layaway
to splay mother bones - unevenly worn
like a cooked hen
upon a somewhere drizzly
devoid of dronings
Licking leaf topside
little end table levees
capturing dropped waters
in portions personal
and pristine
Fetching forward with fingers
free of clammy chill
a sudden barometer plunge
and the shrill of bedlam is banished
My head nods on netted moss
clamor of lives;
avowing their wasted fruit- withering
wicked rabblers
molding in a bowl
-
I crave a lush layaway
to splay mother bones - unevenly worn
like a cooked hen
upon a somewhere drizzly
devoid of dronings
Licking leaf topside
little end table levees
capturing dropped waters
in portions personal
and pristine
Fetching forward with fingers
free of clammy chill
a sudden barometer plunge
and the shrill of bedlam is banished
My head nods on netted moss
Published 13th Oct 2018
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13th Oct 2018 11:18am
"lush layaway" ... "drizzly/devoid of dronings" ... "Licking leaf topside/little end table levees" ... "in portions personal/and pristine" ... "Fetching forward with fingers" ... "bedlam is banished" ... "My head nods on netted moss" ... splendid alliteration with this piece ... wonderful treat for my poetic ear ...
13th Oct 2018 6:21pm
13th Oct 2018 12:20pm
Once again I come away hungry while feeling guilty about the sensation.
13th Oct 2018 6:22pm
14th Oct 2018 4:45pm
Your poems prompt cravings of many types, some being more honorable than others.
13th Oct 2018 3:14pm
13th Oct 2018 6:23pm
