Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Rhyme

Love Settles In Bone Marrow

Love broken down to the finest points, 
                                      penetrated by infinite thoughts. 
                            In the aiming distance of cupids bow and arrow.
                              Ascending with love on the back of a sparrow,
                       holding on to my sombrero,dropped in golden yarrow.
                                         love settles in bone marrow,
                                        we trample on golden yarrow  
                                                   lovely we dance
                                                         bolero
                                                         bolero
                                                         bolero

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Amy Green June 1, 2012 at 3:06 AM NICE! Another fantastic show of your talents.

Maureen Lefanue May 3, 2012 at 6:27 AM Glad you enjoyed my poem, Elliott. I enjoyed reading your poem - well written! Yarrow is a styptic herb - hope the love doesn't lose its H2O during the bolero. God bless, Maureen

John Rhinem May 2, 2012 at 8:55 AM Smile ˜ Yessss, A Very Slow & Beautiful Dance * Cheek To Cheek With Breath Twined, Amid This Kiss Of Everlastings Love ˜ My Love, Forever; John!:) ˜

Daver Austin May 2, 2012 at 7:10 AM A feverish dance the bolero. Love this feel-it-in-my-bones write. daver

Chittaranjan Dey May 2, 2012 at 6:39 AM Nicely written dear poet.

Nette Onclaud May 2, 2012 at 2:29 AM this is tender in form and content,elliott... well done ..:) huggs!

Aseem Desai May 2, 2012 at 1:28 AM SWEET!

David Williams May 2, 2012 at 1:20 AM Elliott Love this, great flow..David