Once another plush grove.

Once another plush grove.

A Poem by 7ue

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

© 2017 7ue

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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..

Posted 10 Years Ago

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.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on July 20, 2010
Last Updated on May 2, 2017
Tags: tags, lazy, too, can't, bother, writing, anymore, tick, clock, time



Croydon, London, United Kingdom

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