Nucleus

Nucleus

There is muck.

Nothing that obstructs or turns opaque,

but fawns density,

queen of adversity.

All the vines and Spanish moss and mangrove grow,

and her fingers bind my floorboards,

entangle my whisper-warmed room.

I also fawn--

she winces,

and halts.

Agreeance,

a bed of mangrove,

and a blanket of moss made too small.

But I talk,

and she speaks,

exchange of impassive supernovae,

compensation for shortcomings.

I see her eyes,

and I fawn with her mangrove.

I fawn with her moss.

I fawn with her vines,

and envelop my tongue within hers.

I shun the world,

and besot this mire.

My voice radiates the room--and I’ve got a vine to tangle with.

Reviews

[Carolyn Falls]

I like this, great symbolism.

[Neg]

I've been away from the writing world since early 2011 and it feels good to be back. this is the first one I read. Great write, nice flow, and most definitely very creative.

[Jade-UH]

This is very beautiful. :)

[Little Birdie]

Such an earthy and unique feel to it, lovely word-play you got going on, gives more of an eased approach to the poem and I really like it.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A great flow that read well.

[Madison A. Wright]

nice use of words... very creative indeed. i enjoyed reading this!

[EDRC]

i feel a sort of contentment within the words, but also a deeply veiled sadness. of course at the end it's swept away with a smug sort of desire and happiness. I like it. It makes me feel. ~erica~

[Coyote Poetry]

My friend. Your poetry always test my mind. I like the photo and the description. You create some wild visions with the many strong statements.
"I fawn with her moss.
I fawn with her vines,
and envelop my tongue within hers."
Thank you for your always thoughts provoking poetry.
Coyote