Friday, July 20, 2012

Cottonmouth


Deep Saharan
unseen strain
breaking down
most every thing,
until, that moment
arrives once more,
when ably you’ll
open the mouth agape,
with the absolute intention
of drowning this arid state,
freeing the path to your
escape

3 comments:

  1. It appears sometimes the desert is within. :) Cool poem.

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  2. Look at the rhyme flow, as you show that one just needs to open wide and suck back some h20 to escape such a life and have no more strife.

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  3. smiles...nice using drowning against the desert and dry...sometimes opening the mouth is not a bad thing eh? smiles.

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