Poem of the Day –Sodden Day

IT’s been a while sometimes you just can’t get rid of a bomb

Sodden Day

Closet wilting flower opens grieving heart spoken

Gushing with torrents pouring

Crash barriers breaking smiles

Like young horses bucked and chaste

Lampooning champions of underground movements

Blister packs squeezed, floating past man made open drains

Stains on blemishes

Clamps of stretched opinions

Reasons unfathomable

like deep oceans of simple dreams

Floating impertinently in public

Like slime sliding slippery and unseen

Broken free from drizzly forecasts

A blast of volcanic lava

Scorches intent

Brave mothers tender and loving to the pit of censure sent

Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 25th August 2015

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