Poetry Drafts

What lies at the end of the rainbow?

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Nevyn lies at the end of the rainbow

Looking up at the

Solitude falling

Locking up their failing

flailings

flawless lies at the end of the rainbow

Nevyn lies and lies

again

Nevyn is not really there

you see

Nevyn is not

your dream

Say

Poetry Drafts / / By

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

What love is.
I am such love.

No, all the world’s a stage 

and we are mere

Janitors

We can write the script.
And dress as Rosalind
And Orlando and live
Like Robin Hood transported.

But the trees; no drink too dry; the glass not half full; yet their throats longing

The trees; think of the trees; 

I keep bees

yet stay in awe ; longing for a skirt ; pinkish thoughts

menopause 

Bees suck at nectar
To bring the honey
For us to feast upon.
It is the liquid of sweet
Transformation.

but the kitchen fire

sauce pan alight – non-alignment ; 

her sushi : too fishy 

the key left if the door

abandoned 

childhood

dream

of

cHRISTMAS

the bunny once hopping, now in flames

Retell all your childhood tales
With one who can repair the
Damage. Anything is possible
In our stories of today.

Though the fate abandoned them ; their faith did not; (ice cage)

“NO ONE WILL LISTEN!!!!!” – I say 

the smell of fur – burning

will not melt her heart [polar bear paws]

Say

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shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

What love is.
I am such love.

No, all the world’s a stage 

and we are mere

Janitors

We can write the script.
And dress as Rosalind
And Orlando and live
Like Robin Hood transported.

But the trees; no drink too dry; the glass not half full; yet their throats longing

The trees; think of the trees; 

I keep bees

yet stay in awe ; longing for a skirt ; pinkish thoughts

menopause 

Bees suck at nectar
To bring the honey
For us to feast upon.
It is the liquid of sweet
Transformation.

but the kitchen fire

sauce pan alight – non-alignment ; 

her sushi : too fishy 

the key left if the door

abandoned 

childhood

dream

of

cHRISTMAS

the bunny once hopping, now in flames

Say

Poetry Drafts / / By

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

What love is.
I am such love.

No, all the world’s a stage 

and we are mere

Janitors

We can write the script.
And dress as Rosalind
And Orlando and live
Like Robin Hood transported.

But the trees; no drink too dry; the glass not half full; yet their throats longing

The trees; think of the trees; 

I keep bees

yet stay in awe ; longing for a skirt ; pinkish thoughts

menopause 

hollow tree trunk

Poetry Drafts / / By

You say 

No Bad Deal for Us; unacceptable terms unimaginable; hollow tree trunk

BUT I say to you: 

your no deal WILL be my bad deal

your fake future WILL NOT carry me forward

My Scottish accent is growing – strong

Poetry Drafts / / By

I’m sorry but I can’t relate to that

a response I use more and more frequently.

Is life not suppose to make us grow? Not just make us feel inadequate and somehow missed out on all the fun?

Poetry Drafts / / By

The only drawback with writing too varied and too unstructured is that people in general tend to dismiss the writing as being all the same, which could in fact be the case but rarely is…

me // thinking about writing with a cup of freshly brewed java. It is yet another Sunday almost gone.
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