The Nook
he walks aimously about the galleys
calling to a sullen expressional nook
unexplained by raw humor
of the chastisement. of man's bitter hues
crawling beneath a mother's warm hem
he bestows her beauty as
wonder and wrath his rapture chafe
and yet crudely he sighs motionless
to his surrounding's a poshed
good evening awakened
the soundless voice captured
in just one glance
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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