A Man In His GardenA Poem by Obbligato
A time comes when the sky is naked
ridding her flesh from stifling clouds a purge from noon the spherical decent of garments revealing her bear majesty and under her celestial spotlight I make my stage becoming as light as the air I breathe in I leave my house and enter my garden to bask under her new attire licorice skin with ivory piercings to catch my attention The song is played my feet trespass on a snail graveyard as I light a cigarette clear clouds of cold demons emit from my lips at noon they were stifling every drag derailing my limbs from the tracks they cling to while the song occupies with an unholy engine I sink into my instincts my toes become midnight marauders charging through a miniature jungle a prisoner to their will I know not where they go but I trust them hoping the ground will hold me up my arms move with electric relaxation striking every atom around me though ecstatic they keep my balance in place A monk in his temple A president in his oval A man in his garden this place is sacred private quarters to let a beat possess and forget the house that stands beside me
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Added on September 27, 2014 Last Updated on September 27, 2014 AuthorObbligatoLondon, London, United KingdomAboutI am a young male poet from the inner workings of London. I have been writing poetry for a few years and have been inspired and driven to write by my relationships, experiances, knowledge and emotions.. more..Writing
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