An escapade from thought parades
A blockade of rouge descent
An oeillade craved
Rueful indignance
A room full of insects
A jocose allusion
A lissome illusion
A querulous reality
I weep where you can't see
Streams of dreams
Melt slowly, spring snowman
Abhorrent print
Why can't I just speak casually
Categories:
oeillade, writing,
Form: Free verse