Poetry

terminally terra firma

peeking past the dilemma
the sweet scent
of pink carnations
aroused a persuasion
a rainbow of soul substance

drifting off to there
was so much more pleasant
than here

a far field
filled with an
unforgetful fragrance

emersing essence
seductive strengthening squeeze
capturing quickly
marvelous madness

lacking gravity
two clay feet floating
cosmic compost

absolute comes calling
indoctrinating echoes
time to take a turn

back to blue sky
earthbound stories
written in a book
on a page
reciting a poem
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pink saturday post every saturday is pink…. for me, it all started with a scent..
photo:  stephen_pix. flickr

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