Flip. Rumble. Panic.
Bright pink, star bursts, open air.
Inch. Passion. Beg.
Cool mist, salty shouts, fly away.
Comment. Stare. Passive.
Protect life, eat alone, slam hard.
Risk. Enchant. Confuse.
Scrawly brown, rippled looks, dancing clouds.
Bead. Jump. Grieve.
Die tomorrow, opaque brilliance, ordinary love.
Never swallow rum prepared by dirty hands loosely stored in work gloves, especially on a Thursday.
© LRS 2011
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Cool poem! Really love the sentences in this poem – especially the first one. Loved reading & re-reading it.
thank you Cinn 😉
OK…you have to explain that last line.
Tammy, it’s referring to a specific moment in my life. I allowed something I shouldn’t have, from someone I was never meant to trust.
Yeah…I knew that!! I wanted to know the juicy truth. 🙂
if you keep reading, i’ll keep sharing!