Poem of the Day — Place Void

Place Void


Aftermath, bliss entreat, a blood bath for birds to tickle their fancy

Paper the kitchen with red roar boldness

Keep out the subtle tweed jacket, the one with the buttons

The seeing, knowing acolyte

The one with dreamy eyes and a look that could chill the bones

Scare the mighty stranger

The one with a wooden helmet

Driven up to the eyeballs

Hiding the contour in fear

Placing trust in multi media applications

All at sea, the surfing over

The rescue approach broken

Fractured intention

Port of call is closed

Not open

To stranglers


February 2nd 2015

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015


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