Hey, Candyrockstar suggested the topic 'shattered glass' in a comment to the first poem of the international boho coco poetry week contest extravaganza (the prize is that you get to read consecutive words structured in aesthetic form and deviation). So, without anymore hullabaloo, here is an entirely original poem (oh entirely!) created with the aegis of 'shattered glass.'
perspectives of a dimension composed of shattered glass
1
the sky is not
of our flesh
but is of our teeth
2
the wrinkles on old mother's
face go
round in patterns
that spell majesty oh
3
lovers young
have scars upon their
stomachs and
throats and kiss there
4
the way home
of honey sunlight stall
we go down
the river with our old bathtubs
and kitchen sinks
5
more of more people
climb atop ancient
skyscrapers and
toss themselves off
gently
6
love waits
in the forest near the
hobo scraps
and the dead
campfire
7
oh my father was his
own favorite
butcher and his back
was
cut with cow
ribs
8
at the top of the world
the telephone man
in black boots reachs
out
9
the musicians that
hide in the brush
oh hiss
come close I must will have
a touch of your
cheek
10
descrying the fire drum
leaves you spent
and you become gold
and you sink
1 comment:
so here's a poem to submit:
i'm just like that tiny black widow
i'll crawl into your bed
take what i want
and leave with your head
without a stir, still peaceful like a prayer
i don't mind
the lack of backbone
or the fact that my love
is only as sweet
as the shapeless webs i weave
or the poison i make you drink
from dripping lips
as i collect your gifts-
your attempts
to calm me down
but i'm not here to listen to your song
of sweet release
you should have known
i'd never let you leave
no one gets away from me that free
and another topic, if you want one:
locusts
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