readers name it,thanks.

At the zenith of-

the azure,thou-

art flapping with-

thy wings of mossy-

desire like the monstrosity-

fluttering endlessly beneath-

the fiery orb which the green-eyed

beast heeds. 

 

With tumultuous manner,

winging,winging,winging,

thou wing thy way not onwards-

to the enormous red sphere but-

palpitate endlessly with besottedness-

in the crumbling earth of golden heart.

Reviews

[nyi]

Now I see that it's just your 'style' of writing..which is outrageously amazing so to speak...It also occurs to me that perhaps you have memorized many poems and that it all comes back to you when you start to write and you just play around with words..I always wanted to be able to write something like this..cheers..I'm in love with your writing style..

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong words and powerful statement was allowed to wander in this amazing poem. Each line open the door to new thoughts. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Thea]

Great wording...Well done...

[Dayran]

You could be referring to a woman. It's a man who travels to the red sphere. Nice write!