Moods of Madness
Bright yellow sun, a stroke of noon’s delight.
Ice cold, red hot, a ravished tongue of spurs.
In moonlight serenade she scales the roof.
The darkling wine on lips — a sparkling feast.
Her rhizomic heart drum, in mystic beats.
The beast detests the prince of pomposity.
Cracked branches fall with weight from snow and ice
and eyes despise the madman’s gaze, above.
Her soft-hued dress resembles candlelight
And leave a stain, a heart in pain – yes, both.
(1)Blushing Daisies
(2) Ice Cold Red Hot
(3) Crumpled Sheets
(4)The Bellydance
(5) Bloodroot
(6) The Prince of Pomposity
(7) Weathered
(8) Death Overrules All Judgments Her on Earth
(9) Pretty Harvest
(10) Shooting Blanks
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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