Daffodils smell of summer
And oblivion that seeks
Me out before small daisies
Have awoken from slumber
Heart lockets tell tales woeful
Of redamancy made up
And hands trembling at the
Voice that flickers the candle
Neverseas drag me below
To ocean floors where no
Lover could wake me from
My fine lemon shark pillow
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Author:
weltschmerz (
Offline) - Published: April 11th, 2024 02:07
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Comments3
Good write W.
Thank you 🙂
This is what I call an attractive poem…
I love the imagery as this poem unfolds. The second stanza, beautifully crafted, evokes the feeling of a heart on tenderhookd. Good Write!
Thank you very much!
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