Seven serpents slither
Sand slips, streams
Sun scorches
Scorpions skitter
Sunken sarcophagus sits, silent
Set’s subservient sect
Scattered, sundered
Stygian sepulcher
Subterranean secret
Sahar stands still
Seven seas sailed,
Sundry scenes seen,
Serene Sahar sights Sudanese savannahs
Sandstone structures
Sediment settlements
Steadfast Sahar steps swiftly
Sliding southward
Stone sphinx stares skyward
Stars scintillate, spiral
Saturn's sisters
Syzygy
Inspired in part by the tautogram bible, Animalia by Graeme Base.
About the Creator
MA Snell
I'm your typical Portlander in a lot of ways. Queer, cheerfully nihilistic, trying to make a quiet name for myself in a big small town. My writing tends to be creepy and—let's hope—compelling. Beware; and welcome.
Medicated Indy 500
In the fold tenfold since that drug fell out of the mold, you know the one. Raging buoyancy to hit every bend in the blood river, open forum to discuss the joined decorum deepening the chasm. Living in a head, half imaginative ass-kicker, never unarmed, half gore-demanding throwback phantasm. Handsome sum for the scars testing my lucidity, an infinity a stake with a measly 102,317 large lexicon in a humble-braggadocios estimation. Drawn to a level of certainty bequeathed at gunpoint or however you spell semantics. Fool God of antics. Frantic over everything, Spice Rack is a knife collection.
By Willem Indigo5 days ago in Poets
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