Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by In Limbo, Jun 22, 2011.

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  1. In Limbo

    In Limbo Forum Buddy

    Sun-dappled hillside stillness.

    Warbling sounds of afternoon summer,
    I sat waiting for something to happen inside my head.

    But it was quiet,
    not tranquil,
    but whispers of echoes of memories.
    Inspiration in her teasing guise.

    Come let me clutch thee,

    I wait for our words, words we draw from each other like
    blood from a wound.
    Our own morbid therapies

    You recognising the joyous release,
    I, the daunting fascination
    of autopsy.

    For I have already flown once.
    And so I treasure this hillside.

  2. GreyCat

    GreyCat Well-Known Member

    I like this style. It's good.
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