Vaccinius

Friday, 5 December 2014

Interesting

I think about a poem of
a province strange to mind,
of making a cellular love
with words grotesque of kind.

The pedal point would be adrift
in such a piece of art.
Futility would make a shift
from being rich and smart.

Remunerative would that thing
impede vehemence clear.
So I suggest I better sing
a tune considered dear.

.·: † :·.
This poem is published on my site "Common measure" | here |.
I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "dVerse" | here |.

4 comments:

  1. mmm??? making cellular love. sound like text-sex!! :)

    focused implementation

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  2. I like the rhyme and phrases in this piece.

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  3. Well done. I love the last sentence

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