Homespun
Simple- homespun poems
No fancy ribbons or satin bows.
Her words taste like earth
a landslide of the soul
unbridled.
"Come ride my wild bucking mind
if you dare," she cackles.
The reader sits bare-back
nibbling her words like homemade snacks.
There's no tricks or perfume.
Only soul sweat, the musk elephant of truth...
Trumpeting fearlessly in the pride-filled mist.
No forced rhyme or syllable cages.
A she torrent that pays no heed to lines.
Spraying its scent over the stone face of time
Etching spirit into the hills of the ages.
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