Rash Decisions, Sordid Revisions

It sounds like a poem of change. Maybe it's just a poem of picking up poems again. Of being something more me again.

I have made the decision to wait it out,

The grizzly fungus making covalent bonds in 

the coalescence of my coal-black thermostat 

Heart, I have decided that I am a One,

And I cannot, will not, be divided.

This decision comes as a shock to the crimson

Smooth, hot chocolate tide still singing carols

In March. I am learning the tongue of God's land,

I speak it with my black eyes, running ocean

Into the mines of men's hearts.

I believe in the insides of me, just as they,

The bereft councillors of my lungs, inhaling

The in and out song of the crescendo,

Volcano eruption. I am growing mole-hills and

Loving them as if they were mountains.

This is my decision, ladies and gentlemen:

I am a flower. I am God-glazed. I am everything

That there will ever be. There will never, never,

Be anything more than me. And I have decided to wait 

It out, like time's dichotomy, the day and night release.

Reviews

[Saddam]

I am a flower. I am God-glazed. I am everything
That there will ever be. There will never, never,

Very nicely penned dear, I like the flow and content.

[Amorette Duvannes]

Thank you so much!! :)