air

tortuous nibbling on calendars
withering in minds
shifting sands and syllables
in long good nights
where tools are not needed
nor described in the halls
of shattered aftermath

tankard after handled tankard
slides and slithers
where wild men do right
just to justify the final stanza
where we all just give up
with intense pillow talk
and more dark ale




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-01-18 at 00:48

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A poem to make us ask more questions. There's an implication of war, but mostly I like the last three lines. :-) Such beautiful, if sad, descriptions. Always full of imagery to enjoy.
2015-01-18