the second of the Wales poems
as full-fledged intentions
flying on flags or beer-mats
raucously scaled and fierce
breaking red fire
over bones and silly bards
hiding with their poetry
where lush grain
turns into liquid gold
and dead fish sizzles
in abandoned frying pans
early at light's knife edge
the one still moves
small words around
in search of a solace
an aftermath
to roll like bright thunder
beneath the roaring sun
where serendipity and swans
tell the silent tales of trees
at the bottom of Spring Hill
where water is only water
teasing life with its dragon tense
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-07-11 at 20:36
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I never saw dragons
I never saw dragonsas full-fledged intentions
flying on flags or beer-mats
raucously scaled and fierce
breaking red fire
over bones and silly bards
hiding with their poetry
where lush grain
turns into liquid gold
and dead fish sizzles
in abandoned frying pans
early at light's knife edge
the one still moves
small words around
in search of a solace
an aftermath
to roll like bright thunder
beneath the roaring sun
where serendipity and swans
tell the silent tales of trees
at the bottom of Spring Hill
where water is only water
teasing life with its dragon tense
Poetry by Bob
Read 619 times
Written on 2015-07-11 at 20:36
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