like an elephants sigh
a ‘wow’ escapes my lips.
Rose pedels bicycle
along the road of my
concentration
they lead me to an autumn
tree, where below
her eyes show melting
apprehension.
Angels rush
and stand paramount
at the foreground,
they applaud my
moving lips
Blood is splashed
on my face
it wakes me up
to alarm clock hips
I really liked this poem, Gobbo. There is much to revel in. The only part that didn’t sit with me too well was “melting apprehension.” I don’t get it… and it’s a bit too abstract for me to like – whereas the rest of this piece is just imagery one can bathe in.
Tum,
Thanks.
I understand what you’re saying about that one line, or rather… I see how it’s not the most imagenic but I didn’t mean for it to be all that abstract.
hmm