it's as though i untied the knots but am still tied to the spot
just because i saw all the tangles then untangled the lot
doesn't mean I'm not strangled and can handle the drop
or cut loose from the noose which connected the dots.
What next? Perplexed, guess still trying to digest,
vexed to inexpressed, cycles back to ingest,
diluting a consuming pullulating index,
digress from subjects mind filled to a flex.
address to progress but pulling new knots,
new stress through mulling over not forgots,
depressed with aggression and losing the plot,
a quest for understanding when found it stops.
days are a bobsleigh dive bombing at pace,
visualising the future yet seeing just space,
out of the persisting mists permanent state
realise I'm unsuited to what follows this escape.
Categories:
pullulating, confusion, depression, future, moving
Form: Rhyme
Here I stand before creation,
a fleeting flower fragile against the elements…
Intoxicating is my beauty in strength,
for I am a transient in time a floral fugitive…
Demanding devotion and moisture,
a fugacious flaunting fragrance…
Look upon me in brevity,
for my bashful beauty will not last the dawn…
I only exist for your perennial pleasure,
and decay in nature’s nefarious night…
A blossoming burgeon amongst,
the melodic meadows pullulating with pride…
I am the catalyst between lovers,
whose exotic expressions manipulate the amorous air…
The pomposity perfume of the goddesses,
enamoring the euphoric climax.
July.08.2020
The Flower, The Thorn Or Both Poetry
Sponsored by~ Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 6'th...Thank You
Categories:
pullulating, beautiful, flower, miracle,
Form: Free verse
your memory springs up
in the right middle lobe
pullulating thoughts of desire
pulsating heart
insatiable urge to tread
in the forbidden jungle again
wind of anguish
broken dreams clatter
dancing feet your naked hair
waist in my craving hands
spinning arguing emerging
containing your infinite warmth
waiting at the door of the happy hour
Categories:
pullulating, love, lust,
Form: I do not know?