2014 #172

a dead blue bramble
partition regretting rose
relations kisses
merlot lips caught
before balance
composed the picture
perfect routine
so snickers at the ease
in seducing who

was suited inside
the aura textured streamer
tissue paper
dreaming of armor
and suddenly lay
naked, shorn, spread,
shivering, to an imagined
phantom begging
for one more childhood

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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2 Responses to 2014 #172

  1. monimorphism says:

    Gorgeous! I love this.

    Like

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