What's the meaning of a foe
A dilemmas interest
A patrons remark
Or a barren disembarkment
Bereaved departures are few
When remarks of harm are thrown as sinews
Invasive investigations
thought to be invisible
but webs are always felt
The pelt thought soft and seamless at first becomes taught and trapped
Disarray
I'll say
Is quite a rootless judge
It's nothing from the apple tree
That soft innocuous bud
Tomb for the Timid
Womb for the bread
Every days a little
The test is unsaid
I lie in wait
of what
Of a better life
Of a different space
Who for
Why lose what you refuse to care for
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The Meadow Rose
PoetryGardens of Plenty, stories unfold, It's a telling for many, from centuries ago... I've gathered some work from moments I've been emboldened to clarity... befuddlement, in many ways, it paints my prose. It continues to keep me on my toes. When...
