First, to Play from the StartA Poem by Ivy
First, to play from the start
an unwilling tenant, you preach like spitfire claws scratching the surface of what could only be soft. Dragonesque claws boast rhapsody words tinged with empty rage only love through litote wicked toward prey. Hessian, at least dead, pacing rotting from the head right down. © 2011 Ivy |
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Added on May 23, 2011 Last Updated on May 23, 2011 AuthorIvyCAAboutHere's my poetry. The good, the bad, the downright horrendous. Take it for what it's worth. If you choose to critique it, be brutal. Poets of interest: William Shakespeare, E.E. Cummings, Sylvia Pla.. more..Writing
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