Blue as the flowers that sway in the meadow
Still as the water caressing my head-o
Potsing and shushing is all I recall
Speaking in tongues to the head on my wall
Off times true splendor so freely was bleeding
Words that ran silent with wisdom entreating
Trapped in the vase of a love long forgotten
Toxic the taste of a flesh that was rotten
-J. Thadeus Richie
2 comments:
head-o. makes me think of jello.
I really like the description. The adjectives. The metaphors of his emotions. It ends quite bitter, but it's well captured.
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