I scratch a few words
And lift my pen to see
A waste paper basket
Overflowing with need
Stitched and twined of intrigue
To vulnerable to say
A togue tided insecurity
With words I long to say
Categories:
togue, desire, endurance, irony, love,
Form: Free verse
THE GODDESS OF VIRTUE
CLEANSE MY TOGUE THAT CURSED THEE
THAT I STAND TO VEIW YOU IN OPPOSITION
THAT THESE WORDS SHALL FOLLOW ME
MIGHT I THEN STAND THERE ALONE
BENEATH THE SKY SHALL WE BE TOGETHER
THAT THIS HONORS GOD
THAT THE GODDESS OF BITTERNESS MIGHT FIND
IT BEST TO BE IN OPPOSITION
STAND BESIDE ME UNOPPOSSED
Categories:
togue, art,
Form: Crystalline