When a poem isn’t a poem?
When the contents remain in my journals
Next to my lastest book 50 Shades of Grey
Unread, untouched, in need of a good editor my anthology
Each page form an ear, each smudge!
Weaken a page, chilling and aging
Egging not to be published
One small scented four leaf clover
Developed a teak of grease between a page
These are my stories
Of confession and addictions
Dead birds smothered in gravy
Dead men who never said I am sorry
Ladies who worried about their inner strength”
With each title; with each unbridled/biblical tones
My penmanship, your hidden poems
Through strength I brought forth in my journals
Hidden! Suffocated! an anthology
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
When a poem isn’t a poem?
When the contents remain in my journals
Next to my lastest book 50 Shades of Grey
Unread, untouched, in need of a good editor my anthology
Each page form an ear, each smudge!
Weaken a page, chilling and aging
Egging not to be published
One small scented four leaf clover
Developed a teak of grease between a page
These are my stories
Of confession and addictions
Dead birds smothered in gravy
Dead men who never said I am sorry
Ladies who worried about their inner strength”
With each title; with each unbridled/biblical tones
My penmanship, your hidden poems
Through strength I brought forth in my journals
Hidden! Suffocated! an anthology
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