Rebirth
Persons, objects, situations; bad, hurtful
Persons, objects, situations; bad, hurtful
Poems
are oozing out of them,
Like
puss. Looking for healing attention,
In
alphanumeric soulagements!
So!
In the absence of referential communication,
Our
world would come to a halt.
Nothing
to talk ill about!
Our
raison d’être, threatened.
The
flower there...blooms...
In
your poems, not in your thoughts;
O
how horrid is this mask, how inert are these words
Lifeless,
lifeless, a bonsai world,
Abandon
them once and for all
Go
up to the sky for sky’s sake
And
screech ... the flower blooms in my thoughts!
There
I flower blooms in my thought,
No
matter how obnoxious or innocuous
Are
its roots!
References
cease, matters at ease,
An
overlooked flower is reborn!20 October 2014
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