the poem at rest

the poem at rest has not yet
begun     it has gripped some tentacle
of rage     the toxic filigrees
adorning paths to be laid bare
by outrage, necessary eye, hull
of iron     built a fond foundation
of soft tempests going about
its merry fiery wordways

4 comments on “the poem at rest

  1. UpChuckingwords says:

    oh I think this is one of my new favorites of yours. You capture that bubbling within so fiery and oh so well. ( hello!)

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