FragmentsA Poem by Laura LynnAccustomed to tales of the Gold, Silver, or Imposters match and do not match each other. Thereabouts they’d go for a better climate. Untimely travel out of necessity. I was gold. Austere as old men and women we’ll closet, relegate, and resign both young and old for evolutionists’ theories and a donut. Authenticity proved for a Cameo brooch by an appraiser, prepare the docket. Impulse will guide you, but you will have options. Thermometers exquisitely made. Despot, usual days not Home Depot but the Byzantine Age. She won’t have time to throw down the gauntlet. Lifelike the old ghost character: usual, everlasting, of Ceres runs the gamut. Annotate. What other way is there to learn? Brood on your endurance; drink from the goblet. Impunity given for the stolen car, Thermostat raised before the game was forfeit… Used to see my parents fighting about it… All-purpose cleaner…trying not to fidget Rely on patterns of behavior, gifting Smokey sausages. See femmes wearing frontlets. Impressionistic painting we are used to. © 2014 Laura Lynn |
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1 Review Added on December 16, 2014 Last Updated on December 16, 2014 AuthorLaura LynnFairfax, VAAboutI like writing. I don't know what else to say. This has been a great website to share works in progress, some which I have abandoned some which I loose to myself and enjoy writing most of all. It'.. more..Writing
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