The Popping of the Midnight Flowers
Oh, the popping of the midnight flowers.
How we hunt, and dine towards that hour.
Finding reckless pleasure in those quiet moments of power.
We shall dance and sing, and romp,
well into the rain.
We will wash in sultry drops of pitter-patter.
And as our frames are pulsing/gyrating
we smash each mirror,
throwing fists with blazing shatter.
I really liked your poem Mark. The imagery that you use was very creative and descriptive. I liked the last line where it says" we smash each mirror, throwing fists with blazing shatter." It all flows vwey well.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this poem! It is well written, and its obvious that it means a great deal to you. I like the rythm and flow of the poem, and it was enjoyable and interesting, nice job.
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