Twisted times
powerful within those
destroying rhymes…
To all those opposed,
in their marching crimes…
Ending of a soft world,
a promise,
one eye blind..
As the clock is spinning
a burning fire..
My memory, to date
of one-hundred times
burned to the stake…
Laughter lov,
i’m not toadally clear?
Challenging rhyme
into making me,
quietly disappear…
Whisper of lov
i’m all in…..
toad’s thoughts
To whom,
you’ll find me!
This is an interesting poem, Chris. Your work seems different.
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Possibly inspired by someone new I’ve met?
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I don’t know…it seems different somehow.
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Different day!
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That’s probably it. 🙂
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Hell, I don’t know, it’s been one of those days.
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So touching , sounds like a cry of anguish. xx
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You seem to read between the lines…..
🌹🌹🌹
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