Rose
scented memories linger
each
strand of prose dangling
in
balance
Daggers
of unripe nectarine
permeate
the pungency of
rhyme
Elemental
miscues discovered on the eve
of
validation
Abandoned
moments materialize from the
thinnest
of tinny air
The
fragrance lives all about us everywhere
Time
stalled the paralytic sentinel
from
claiming the blissful cornet
Respites
appear in slues of kindling’s blaze
ever
forthcoming is Niacin’s flush to pasted skin
Blossoming
it’s spreading tentacles, inching
from
molecular balance to zygotic repeal
Always
offering that which it never had to give
promising
a loveliness not it’s own
Albeit
ruse, decidedly fantasies of gullible deceit
are
the temporality of such proportions, that
The
incoming bursts of cyanide, were welcomed
and
invited in, through windows cracked, allotting for floral appeal
Additional Lines:
Plausible dialectics wriggle amongst the unfit
boards
pragmatically devising the instruments
aromatization
Lessening the distance between forgettable
paradigms
and hoaxes built in the guising of mass conceal
If not for the parabolas of suffocation, the
seashells on sabbatical, would never have separated, from its inherent tide and
squall
another poem with a strong impressionistic brush.. love that you start it with scents...great imagery as well... interesting touch with the additional lines as well...gives the whole poem an experimental touch as well..
ReplyDeletenice...i really like your use of language in this...in the original, i like Always offering that which it never had to give
ReplyDeletepromising a loveliness not it’s own...that woke me up a bit...
and in the additional lines....
If not for the parabolas of suffocation, the seashells on sabbatical, would never have separated, from its inherent tide and squall
Some fun rhyme once more in there at your see and interesting take on the seashells indeed, using the sea as a backdrop for the greater mystery or maybe misery whatever one's life tends to be at the moment I suppose.
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