Once another plush grove.

inspired by 'Instruction Manual For Loving A Pearl~'

Watching the clock tick, it’s near boring

Old wives tales get lost each morning,

Fawning through dawn,

Gaunt applause stands taut.

This mourning is caused by a reticent pause.

 

Swaths of amber leaf - for each ember ----

Words of scripture, born, betrothed, ended no qualms.

Oh but If I spoke their language, how would one form

Impulsive rapture, gathered emerald gardens,

Ripped up gauze, torn, perform safe coitus again.

If I had more of it I would flip and chase these vixens.

 

Amoral lance apart, ambling profiteers,

Of course I spend my time idly, wasting.

Because my words weigh as much as air,

Wing-spun feathers drawn neither nor care,

Listless issues get drowned with foxed overtures,

Wonder is studded under jinxed cadavers,

Plunder run asunder, thunderous thoughts

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

thing i love about your writing is WHERE you hide the rhymes... they sneak up on you, hidden like cheetahs in the topiary.

this is a damned sexy write, seduction for the word-addicted, methadone for intelligence..

[alesuriko]

This is a very well written piece, I enjoy the wording and the flow of the poem. The color makes my eyes bleed though, and I didn't care for the change in text change at the end, it isn't very aesthetically pleasing. Overall, this is a very intriguing poem, I love the vivid imagery.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

spellbinding spinerette off the threads of the pearl~ =)~
monsters oft times wear splendid tales etched in skin and movement through the body world~