Settling in Settlement

Silent saucer stare,
flower-faint message,
envelope open,
letting the local gentleman wind
bring words calm in soundless crawl,

gripping just sticky enough to ease
the leg’s length, daring the heart
hardened like hickory to surrender
the glance sure to convict, a tutor
whose world had been surrounded in

the simple and the staid, alien
to beds this profuse with lilies
this unabashed, close, and freely
flipping pink fingers at dress codes
engraved so long ago on a stone.


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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