My heart is an empty jardiniere
Receptive to flowers and affection.
By your wayward glances, I could swear
There is a festering attraction
But speak up bravely; be not passive
And may we start a journey called love.
Categories:
jardiniere, hope, innocence, love,
Form: Rhyme
Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine,
Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench,
Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches.
Juxtaposition of aphotic with aphotic; incognizant iniquity.
Noxious oxygen, attenuated jasper, jejune jardiniere:
Zion.
Smoke: implicative cornice,
Sherry or vitriol?
Ours, a world, that feigns polo in alcohol!!
-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)
Categories:
jardiniere, dark, image, life, society,
Form: Free verse