Daily Poem – Yellow Mark

Yellow mark


Peek not into the misty glass, deep in the ocean of respite.

Plucked tunes of romance, a barber shop sign singing

A plait of golden soaked cord, graced by grace, greased in paper

Smeared on a mucky Victoria decision

Ignorant power, denied beauty and beat the heart of a determined commitment

Sea storm strapped to envisage real life captured

Danger depicted in pulsing existence, sent adrift of emotion

A mark to save the sailor; a lighthouse of impression

A blood of truth and desire

Yellow sky scratched on cloth for love

For real purpose

For humanity


November 30th

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2014

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