scribbles in a poet's diary #6

scribble #06
odessa's arms peace lend my brow

sentiments
like looming sentinels  
cleave where my heart excels  
though april winds might press me down  
i settle for no frown  
prevalent  
the battles that i fight  
nor will i yield my rights  
my angst to vent, lest deep inside  
opposing worlds collide  
virulent  
  
odessa’s arms peace lend my brow  
she’s my soul sweet jamaican frau  
   
© Copyright 2020 April 06  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫  
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NaPoWriMo2020—April 06