Pass past

Pass past

A Poem by Pinki Tuscaderro
"

play on serious words.

"

My fever is spiking.

 

There is no ground to shield my face.

From aluminous soot, that poisons my taste.

 

Currents of energy passed and past.

See me, seawater; sound wave crash.

Stillness drifts me far from shore.

Separate spirit from its electrical core.

 

Thirst consumes me; words ever speak.

Soul never tires; flesh grows weak.

© 2010 Pinki Tuscaderro


Author's Note

Pinki Tuscaderro
Thoughtful comments are certainly best.

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Added on February 20, 2010
Last Updated on February 20, 2010
Tags: philosophy, insight, rhyming, alliteration, introspection, theory

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Pinki Tuscaderro
Pinki Tuscaderro

Portland, OR



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