the reddest rose

   the minds absurdism,

   absorbing light like the death row

   convicted.

   apterous of method,

   bald arbiter of

   sequened energy.

 

   adhoc and filled with Bors

   exchange, dewey and calamitous,

   your morning burlesque,

   wide as red bunting on

   postwar beds, sage,

   semen stained with entropy.

 

   bees overheard your fuss about

   the misqueto's ouster.

   I concur.

   he had no place or smell.

   the pounds warm assortment

   in the room,

   mumbo as an almanac

   but divine as scripture.

 

   I found a thorn below your cheek.

   Actions for the throne?

   A final shouting of the desperate?

   and made encasement,

   medallion tragic,

   tied together, breathing

   shallow as the dead.

 

   I named it bouquet

   after the suggest of your hoof,

   quartered your backs

   like a fish

   suffocating without

   acquittal.

 

   far beyond vermeil,

   far beyond puberscence,

   your covering with hair and honey;

   Misguided flames

   come to burn

   your roots.

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Majestically & elegantly penned within imagery that is beautifully and sensually panoramic, leaving your reader to wonder, for just a moment, if he has experienced a taste of heavenly life that flows like poetry oozing virtual reality from which one would much rather never take leave of ...

Marv

[Emily B]

you posted and i missed it! forgive me for coming so late to read

your biggest fan
emily

[h d e rushin]

i had no voice in 2012....just words....I am much better now..thank you my love...dana

[Emily B]

I had a voice. Now I have no words :)

one day, maybe, they will come back to me

[h d e rushin]

you have inside of you more poetry than most of us have reasons to write them..Take a break from it until you're ready again.....I'll wait.....