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forgotten creativity
Forget-me-nots looped in a noose
Hang around my neck
No way up to the pool
When did the beast of lust fall
Down below into this peat
Words stuck in my throat
Thrown out to sea in a boat
Where the strangest of creatures roam
I no longer know how to create.
Those questions asked, go figure
What is it you want to say?
If only I knew, these flowers would go.
Hang around my neck
No way up to the pool
When did the beast of lust fall
Down below into this peat
Words stuck in my throat
Thrown out to sea in a boat
Where the strangest of creatures roam
I no longer know how to create.
Those questions asked, go figure
What is it you want to say?
If only I knew, these flowers would go.
Published 30th Mar 2010
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1st Apr 2010 00:36am
an earthiness at the bottom of this i really like. i just had a look at your other work too - with the nature imagery/metaphors, your words really breathe.
