puddles of wet word joy

puddles of wet word joy
shines in spite
on canvas of it all

there are worms
in my fought for regard
I am hollow

dice is my name
crossed fingers and
a special resilience

dipped in ambiguity
and a kind of loneliness
birds respond to

I am the sea of images
a tonality oceans know
a final fall upon the shore




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-06-08 at 21:13

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To me it reminds me of the fall of the mighty waves of the ocean as they strike the sand. Outstanding lines too many to choose from. Love the feel of the poem!
2014-06-10