Loud as Her Peacock CryA Poem by Prolific In Verse(Broken Angel)2.1.2012 I am a descendent of Bronze rain Stripping my mask off of vented honey Being lonely flies to white feathers Across the sweetest distances Like a new-born heart made ready By life to interpret love Can I ever truly be tired Of these salty harbors, in a woman’s arms? I am a descendent of those who Traversed seas, fled Earths For the Timeless mother’s wide embrace Goldener nude, with heels of foam And a soul checked by unsmelled flowers My palms know twilight & heartbreak These grandiose gestures of taming desire For a future that repeats itself In our hemlock and braids In the peacock satisfaction of temporary being. © 2013 Prolific In Verse |
Stats
251 Views
1 Review Added on January 2, 2013 Last Updated on January 2, 2013 AuthorProlific In VerseAboutI use a mini-laptop, recently I have a glitch that does not permit me to answer your comments, I feel rude but it is not intentional. It's not every day that you write, or it's all day that you wr.. more..Writing
|