BLUNTNESS WITH A LITTLE GRAVY .. .
A black sun sets on the yellow sea, splashed golden
trees whistling strangely, pyramids the grey mountains
this mauved sea, twisting and turning, a whore at her work
turns men’s minds puce awa’ fray the words a’ King David
these worthy anglers abate the falling, flaming arrows titian
ever the black sun steps out coldly of his argent skies
my alma-mater singing urgently the purple clouds of warning
I hear the shepherds green who stand in lightening storms
kissing hoary clouds of which many may fold me in their arms
carry me from this white hole of death, lay me fleshy grey
© edenbraytoday15.05.2021
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I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
