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trifles and water flies
surpassing irritations,
why do others keep pecking
Old trees and old growth.
when will the rot set in,
when does the pupae burst,
which one is the last at the end
worried horses tail hairs
harried
simply twisted strands,
of thought,
of heart
palpitating anew each time
Cauldrons of fire ,
ensconced in his embrace
she offered all;
was there a feast for His eyes
nay His mandibles
masticating, munching, minnowing,
morsels of fleshy fat caught between
His teeth
That taste,
that smell,
that never-ending soundscape
reverberates in echoes cresting off stone crags
down at the base ,
ripples in still waters
drip, drip drip
insanity lies in focus - if too strong,
Yet she waits ,
immured to His intransigence,
Certain
He will come
like a Moth to a flame
was it not the other way,
should it have been that way?
I think this is the first poem I ever read with the word "masticate" in any of its forms...
becoming a big fan, quickly getting over my adversion to capitalization things lol
The poet introduces enough uncommon words at intervals to keep the reader thinking.
He ends the poem with a question, but what is it? Does it have an answer?
Does he?
RazzRajen is never an easy read, but he is always interesting.