Sublime
Meanwhile your hydrangeas bleed
on recoil you rust
Your not being perfect after all
You cant even paint the skies for me
Your no trail blazer
just fallow
Like a cuckoo you call for a mate
There's nothing sublime about that
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment