Telephone stringsA Poem by eglantineI've nursed this daydream before, last Tuesday, perchance or was it Wednesday?
This daybreaking dream where I sneeze and the sky rattles its scales, briefly giving away the color of its second eyelid
before it settles like feathers on poems in my fingerprint labyrinths.
I chase digital hawks and my legs stretch thinner and taller until I resemble a Salvador Dali painting, minus the paint: I'm 99% flesh the rest is conversation between my heart and itself.
I wait for you to return my call and tell me the spice your middle name is flavored with
but then I trip on telephone strings and my legs break off like unfinished sentences or © 2012 eglantineAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on August 13, 2012 Last Updated on August 22, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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