1/4/09

Aberration

Sadly alone she slinks
to recover silence
stolen from her soul

To endure an endless
enigmatic existence
emasculated by evolution

joined with masses
of mixed motion amid
the mangled mess of man

where is woolen warmth
to woo the woman
when world becomes war?

2 comments:

  1. In addition to all the other good things this poem has to recommend it, it has some of the best alliteration that I have read in a very long time. Brava!

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  2. Ricky thanks for your kindness - I've been told by some that it's way over done but I refuse to change it - I have that right, ya know?

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