In Bloom
A glossed over painting
A semi-half life
A crowning resentment
A purposely dull knife
A way of secret tainting
A way of coming down
A secret abiding contentment
A waning smiling frown
A pushy moving fast
A dainty scare in guise
A craft became dying
A blinding pair of eyes
A striking crumbling cast
A strapped down numb
A disturbed central crying
A summoning to some
An initial digit conforming
An insane and growing pause
A leisure finding peace
A pruning of the claws
An outward rage of storming
An inward pulsating tense
A forever observant feast
A way of making sense
A guy
Nothing ever IS all the way, is it? Almost close to half of a quarter of something else…
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perfection wrapped in rhyme.
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Interesting. I like it. But, am I gonna get yelled at by poetry-lovers if I ask for more stories? ::Cowers:: 🙂 Your poems are good though, but I suck even more at criticism of poetry than of stories (and I suck much much more at writing poems!), so don’t trust my judgment. 🙂 ~ Becky
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