words written from sheer desperation

vowels in flower caressing silence
openly muse on if this night they will
get to slip on iris dresses and shine
though they will settle for the usual
story starring a dewy peony
as it was written in the advert
stuck in the universal paper fat
and is best expectations are kept calm.

just then was born a murmur
and several vowels assumed the credit
– these things flashes within the land of sound
and suddenly the murmur grows
fast in waves driven by bombast and roar;
problem was, this murmur did not enter
into existence with growing in mind
but sunset seas and brazilian jazz


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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