Prose Mine Prys
‘At play with words’
Cork thine eyes
Cloaking lucent verbose halls
Surely binding shutting tight
Cork thine eyes
Clutching goblet sipping falls
Drunk seduction bending sight
Prose mine prys
Gather up my scrolling drawls
Paging through the spite
Prose mine prys
Splitting metaphors with mauls
Swindle word codle the blight
This poem explained
Shut your eyes
Shade your bright and wordy thoughts
Absolutely shut off your mind
Shut your eyes
Drink from the fountain of lies of the rich
Allow yourself to be seduced and become blind
My ordinary words chip away
Read what I have written
They are memorable moments of contempt
My ordinary words chip away
I chop up what I write with metaphors
The negative meanings of what I write deceives with tenderness
T.R.Sevrens
Copyright © T.R. Sevrens | Year Posted 2007
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