Grey turns blood red
Poem. Self-reflective...introspective.
Grey turns blood red
Astray by what's said
Led
down a pathway
Bled
as a segue
A talking point
A sweet peppermint
Dry my eyes, Dry thee lochs
Salivate then celebrate.c
elebrate then defecate.d
efecate then rumunate.r
umunate then pontificate.s
ound chimes the endmound
climbs the bend
where will we be in timewhen what we need...chime
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Author's Notes: Another experimental introspective piece from my WIP/down the side of the digital sofa. Enjoy?
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection is now available!
https://paulspoeticprints.etsy.com
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Comments (4)
I have to agree with Gina, this poem tasted of peppermint and sounded Scottish
Dreamy and so well done. The line with the sweet peppermint left me with a feeling like I could taste this poem that carried all the way through!
That digital sofa is HUGE! And still you find more than small pieces of poetical popcorn covered in fluff. How do you do it?
And now your dabbling in surrealism. How on earth am I supposed to keep up with you, Paul?! The only useful thing I have to say is that Pontificate is the verbal form of defecate. That makes it funny, but somehow I don't think that's the point. What was I talking about? 😏