tagNon-Erotic PoetrySmall things

Small things


Small sepals little flowers,
                                         larger stamens,
all words that fill My consciousness
   what can it be but deeper swirls of color
as the steps pad slowly inwards
Walk with Me, whispered the feline to the mouse
   smiling benignly
                          and None believed it
   Walk with Me in splendour said the angel to the lass,
and All looked on in awe as the twain went down the steps
Walk along with Me said the devil to the ghost
And all laughed
But then they ascended and slowly merged
and the translucency of the wraith
                                                  filled the fiery red of the awesome one and Look
He hath no fury as she claimed what was left
took the dregs and conjured up a shell
Little cymbals clangouring,
                                        peals of sound falling off the crags
and steppes of His form
Those sounds reverberate and is that the knell that sounds the toll? Whose toll?
                 certainly not hers
But what of Them
No one ever thought

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