another poem from the Welsh trip
as full-fledged intentions
flying on flags or beer-mats
scaled and fierce
breaking fire over bones and bards
hiding with poetry
where lush grain turns
into liquid gold and fish
sizzling in abandoned oil
early early
the one moves
small words around
in search solace
aftermath
rolls like bright thunder
beneath a roaring sun
with swans and
the silent tales of trees
at the bottom of Spring Hill
water water water
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-01 at 15:49
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I never saw dragons
I never saw dragonsas full-fledged intentions
flying on flags or beer-mats
scaled and fierce
breaking fire over bones and bards
hiding with poetry
where lush grain turns
into liquid gold and fish
sizzling in abandoned oil
early early
the one moves
small words around
in search solace
aftermath
rolls like bright thunder
beneath a roaring sun
with swans and
the silent tales of trees
at the bottom of Spring Hill
water water water
Poetry by Bob
Read 604 times
Written on 2015-05-01 at 15:49
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