yellow about the land

Odorous under the towers
confounded misty teeth beyond the rain
the sin continues
quaking before the trees
you stroke dank vapors under the flowers
I reach insanity yellow about the land
as we dream of evil over the virgin
crazy, passionate, open-eyed, hungry
over the horizon
something missing
out of dreams
a stranger
takes comfort
he knew no-one
yellow about the land
 

poempoetrypoetry by wytchewoodewytchewoode

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Steven Dark

Mon 14th Oct 2013 15:03

Hi Deborah and thank you for the kind comments.

Deborah Jordan

Fri 15th Feb 2013 23:34

nice, a dreamquake of a poem shaking the sleeper from her reverie... i like your style time traveller.

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