A naked poemA Poem by mikedohsays 7.4.14 first thoughts on a bright morning whilst drinking tea, those pesky words, they follow me. A naked poem
Agile weeds that cling To places I leave exposed Are markers of time mis-spent
I am left with remnants Shards from what should have been All those glittering achievements
Shreds from a garment Woven from wobbly love That inexact thing
A heart beat Stretched muscle At the source of tears
Remember being the refrain That echoes and thunders Even under cover of sleep
Not even dreams Can render Happy endings
For this mind will believe The imprisoned propaganda Of some previous elite © 2014 mikedohsaysAuthor's Note
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mikedohsayshampton, middlesex, United KingdomAboutMikedohsays is the pen name of Mike Doherty an award winning photographer, poet and writer. I write daily for a personal blog and use this as my canvass, a place to think, share and most importantly .. more..Writing
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