I LOST A WINDOWA Poem by kublakhan2706 15 12
I found a window in the rain
but I had to redefine the sky. I found the answer in a bag but despondency I had to buy with the sense I culled from drawn infinities erased by dawn. A window, an answer, the clarity of a cancer. I found the nightgowned elder May dabbing garden green with yellow sponge of dandelions; ailing May's sacrament of season will expunge any scraps of monotone eye time. My time. I should have known the almanac I wrote would long not to be the poster of descent, and would besmear the writer's wrong scenes of coal-shaped clouds in what was meant clandestinely to protect the window I alone detect. A dasher, a dancer, a June bug's sick romancer. I contemplated greenhouse life: give the sun to me and I will peel the skin of heat off while it's ripe, leaving yellow blindness for its reel to the rhythm of the time that matters. Ours? A gofer's rhyme. A rover turned gofer, indifferent interloper. The seasons in my morning tea on the morrow will be spit out, not to nurse my timid tongue's "esprit" from the cower of some inky blot to the velvet threads of voice - I'd rather spike the very choice - but rather to allot a choke with the room to paint a cynic wince with regurgitation's slick yolk. I'll then be a chicken, wont to mince all the words I long to flame with the flare bullet of my name. Window, answer, sick romancer. Pane of reason, calender treason. © 2012 kublakhan27Reviews
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StatsAuthorkublakhan27Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutMy first book is out! Any comments that anyone may have to offer regarding my work would be deeply appreciated, as I'm yet to get a review. www.amazon.com/Waltz-Around-Swirls-Steven-Fortune/dp.. more..Writing
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