Lip Luck Love
Her white robe and green heart
stand bright against the fog
The prince caged in glass stands tall
and smiles only for his dog
Her eyes trace his face
feel it through
His glance wanders in space
if only he knew
The carnival girl can only sigh
cant even ask why
She is tacky dress and rowdy jewelry
He is castles, royalty and chivalry
She bites her nails
talks through her nose
he fights for slaves
and talks like a flute blows
she dreams of lemonade
brick on brick
her hand in his in the attic
flips a page
watches the clock tick
why couldn't they click?
his art adorns her walls
her ears await his calls
would he call her to his royal ball?
questions leap lip luck love
his heart must skip a beat and nerve
the moss island is submerged
tiny hearts fall to the ground
and wet wild smiles
they walk on grey muddy tiles
pass many a whiles.
Her mind is where the story lies.
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hey were nice,wish i couod rhyme like u can,nice sound to it,cong on ur 200th post
ReplyDeletethanks lova
ReplyDeletelike everything in life, yours and mine, (perhaps everyone elses too?) your poem made sense in parts but as a whole wasn't comprehensible. a fragmented, unequal world? or just your perception? i think 'twas Ben Jonson who said 'life in small measures perfect be'.
ReplyDeleteQuite Remarkable.
I live in bits and pieces, just like my allowance my months are weeks and my big happy days are filled with walks with friends, or chats in the canteen. As a whole, whose life makes sense anyway?
ReplyDeleteI don't want to get started with metaphysics here. Yes, you are right. None of my poems are simply linked but they are linked loosely (if i spelt it right). I have a fascination for naive work, which is messy and yet simple. Finesse is something i dont even strive for, I don't feel its a tone thats appropriate for my writing.
complicated.......i prefer football
ReplyDeleteha ha ha fine bird brain. I like football too. But among other things
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