Keith O.J. Hunt Poet Free verse

Off the Cuff

I roll these words in the mere moment
    off the cuff....
    without posy (prims)
    to say hello,
    (ad-lib is the Lion)
A Beggar in the mud....
    for a lighter brush;
    with less darkness in verse,
She has fallen....
    from grace,
    I shudder ---- 
    how wan the dying rose!
Her petals lilt,
    (my wings plucked with shadow.....)
    I've given all, but not enough,
    love is absolute(ly)..... 
    without delay in affection
I shall try to return with a rainbow 
    or two....




**(Wrote this 'off the cuff' for lack of material....)

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Arthur Vaso March 21, 2015 at 7:30 PM off the cuff is good at times, this is one of those times!!!! Hi Keith, long time no see!!!

Robert Lindley March 19, 2015 at 5:17 PM Return and finish this one please. I get the feeling that you held back some or am I wrong? Off the cuff, I say your pen runs gold my friend. Glad that I checked and found this poem. A7 and pm me if you like .

Matthew Anish March 14, 2015 at 9:53 PM Liked the last line a lot! Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish

Skat A March 14, 2015 at 9:24 PM Hi Keith, enjoying the beauty and color grazing through my mind. A deep poem, enjoyed... SKAT

Charmaine Chircop March 14, 2015 at 5:21 PM Its those words which come out unexpectedly without knowing when or how that bleed so sincierely from the heart.. As so the dying rose'petals lilt and wither unexpectedly..but another Spring follows with a new bloom of blossoms and rainbows..Beautiful poem!