- Non-Erotic Poetry
- King of Vague
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Click hereThe frightened crickets chirp
shattered the mirror of my soul
As I became a blackbird
flying over a church tower at midnight
My cold hands
made an imprint on your neck
Yet my memory is blank
Berlin? Los Angeles? East Oshkosh?
Where did you go, my pretty blackbird?
Why is the cricket crying?
I didn't do it on purpose
He tried to take my tricycle, you see
Don't put me in that white house
with the locked doors
I am spirit, I am lake
I am black raspberry ice cream
Sweet and free
free as the wind
That blows the cricket
off my tricycle
Into the blackbird
who is flying over
A church tower
at midnight
My time is short
Yet I can still save the world
But the cricket, the tricycle,
the black raspberry ice cream...
They will have to wait
Someone's at the door...
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoYour images are beautiful. Your word magic - poignant and delicate - seemed pulled from empty air to satisfy the soul. A lovely rendering!
dcpoet44almost 19 years agothe sarcasm in this throughout. some are subtle and others not as subtle. i dig how you finished up the piece. I do see the vagueness of it too. i also like the blackbird and the cricket thing going on. the cricket as the noise maker and the blackbird as like the overseer. it makes me think. nicely done sack.......don
doormouseabout 19 years agoI really like that.
You tied it all together nicely.. especially the way you tied in all loose ends.. the cricket, the blackbird...
Great job!! ;-)
My Erotic Taleover 19 years agofirst off...
I think you meant Queen of vague,
then you have to be vague ...
now waiting on the men in white ... lol
over all it was interesting~
