Poem of the Day — Speck of Hurt

Speck of Hurt


Crush, depth charge blush

Free not on earth

Under green velvet

Just on the season

Fluffed up and teasing

All around with short smirks


Meant for pleasing


A graceful sail on the horizon

With blue and purple haze

Masterful and still in trouble

Stubble brushed against and open cut,

Smarting pain and cursing


The chilled wind whistling

Tunes in railings

Chained to memories

Cast the nets

Savage pets mangle

The tired thoughts




April 20th 2016

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2016

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