Wrapped in the Arms of HarvestA Poem by Exsanguinationstream-of-consciousness with an underlying meaningWrapped in the arms of harvest Like so many alarms I’ve garnished Yet far from alone and ardent I pry from all art untarnished" Hope, to remain in silence Forever alone, unbridled The passion, in ode"united Licentious, redundant, divided
Pray to the bold uncommon Nigh to behold intolerance Made of the ones that flaunt us For better or worse, undaunted Exigent to the point of careless Too much is a notion that perished With fear of a stagnant merit To consume what we inherit
© 2013 ExsanguinationAuthor's Note
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Added on August 16, 2013Last Updated on August 16, 2013 Tags: Poem, Continuous ryhme scheme, fragment sentences, Stream-of-consciousness, flow, fluid, brief, philosophy, haunting, epiphany, poetry, eloquent, romanticism, modernism, all the isms, love and death AuthorExsanguinationLouisville, KYAboutExpression is like a burst of acknowledgement and appreciation that we exist. I express myself best through writing, whether it be music, poetry, short stories, stream-of-conciousness rambling or what.. more..Writing
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