Loud as Her Peacock Cry

Loud as Her Peacock Cry

A Poem by Prolific In Verse
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(Broken Angel)

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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


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hmmm, that picture.. so familiar... this one just has to felt... don't know what to say but that it unpetals so softly.. for understanding.. it pulsates with beauty.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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