Poetry In My Ears
The poetry in my
inner ears
now reduced to gestures
terrific imagery's
intimate interludes allude
menagerie gallery aviary
resonant reach
...elude
there is no deliverance from
mundane profane
long weary margins common
swan song swallow
cursive coo sings
taunting misplaced echo
poem by Randy Resh
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
