Ambiguously Masking Words

.

                    Ambiguously 
                         yesss 
                         I have
              without compunction
                      hid wordz
                         fromg
              a small sum of soulz
                        cauzing
    difficulty deciphering their milieu
  
           I did hide even the flower'z
bursting forth before mine eyne each Spring 
                             yes
            the Spring flower's finding 
                        the glow
             deep within mine globes
     eager to please mine cerebral's eyne

                          yesss 
                       with ease
                          so did
                              i
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Lamoureux Avatar
February 19, 2015 at 8:53 AM
You have a way with words! This is cool!
Maverick Avatar
May 21, 2014 at 4:31 PM
A slap in the face of winter then James..' I wonder how a winter scorned may react.? L O L hey i could come in for collatrol punishment.' oh well I suppose it will pass, hope things are goi.g wel for you..'
Peranteau Avatar
June 1, 2021 at 7:13 PM
Banter with one who from the deep looking up swells *winks
Akter  Avatar
May 19, 2014 at 11:54 PM
Good job james
Devonshire Avatar
May 3, 2014 at 3:44 PM
Sending you a soup mail, dear!
Onclaud Avatar
May 3, 2014 at 2:16 PM
deeply scribed with languid thoughts so filled with both seasonal flair and scorn.. truly beautiful, james... huggs
Devonshire Avatar
April 29, 2014 at 4:27 PM
Dearest James, If some "ogling observers" would ruin the flowers petals, it is best to keep them hidden. I see more than one meaning in this extraordinary poem. If you ever care to write, I have the same email address. Love to you and Noah, Carolyn
Dietrich Avatar
April 28, 2014 at 6:16 PM
I enjoyed your imagery in this poem, James. Gosh, you just suddenly appear out of nowhere. What are you doing to stay so busy these days?
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace