Six tulips

Beautiful lies in a look

Like smiling fire bombs

Stuck in my blue notebook

As I outline kismet’s palms.

 

The sky is bruising.

And this theory of a novel

Has become impossibly confusing

Yet cannot sway this lovely ravel

 

Of tangles words

Cause that’s the space between us

And so I wink, and The Wind nods -

no one distorts the truth like he does

 

Except the mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jes' Pi]

Nice poem! Very good!:)....

[Ana B.]

Thank you Abel :)