Scrolled emotions on wax paper
tasting of
molded lemon rind
tasting of
molded lemon rind
jealously in yellow n' green dots
polka fun at me
gunpowder bitterness lingers
heart frowns
in my gray garden
damp rain
blows
deception's wind
into imagination's
barbed
wire fence.
I struggled with this one!
my poem made me
Illin
deception's wind
into imagination's
barbed
wire fence.
I struggled with this one!
my poem made me
Illin
Comments
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Thank you!
Marian-lol,Thank you~
Debi-Thank you! I waded into the deep end~
Thanks, Grape!
Jim-I use to be a hostess at a restaurant that turned into a club. We were on Adak Island and well you made the best of it~ The DJ was a waiter-he use to call me Illin. It isn't one of my favorite, but I thought it fit my sick poem~ Thank you~
Susie-This one lashed out at me...Thank you~
Thank you, Rosemary!
;D Thank you~