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Oh! how will the quill produce its children

came close, fertility had been short-lived;

must I turn to notes of noble Herren?

must gawk on pugnacious life, things by-lived?

Which excuse will he impose thy kind bearer?

his table cloth’s cinders been objecting,

infinite time of Time cared for a thing;

not of my own: my life’s entertainer.

Platterful raindrops eloquently pour,

hands pasted on pastel wall; sensual cringe;

how can these lips kiss if mine you devour?

monstrous power of quill, finite: constringe.

The first query inquired, last I answered:

Thoughts of my love, kisses I pondered.

 

 

 

30th of April, 2012

©2012, J.B.T.

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18 thoughts on “Unwritten Rain

  1. Love this:

    “Platterful raindrops eloquently pour,

    hands pasted on pastel wall; sensual cringe;

    how can these lips kiss if mine you devour?

    monstrous power of quill, finite: constringe.”

    Excellent flow jymiley! Very thrilled to have found your work! RL

    • thank you, Thank God I haven’t heard from my detractors…if such exists, they haven’t introduce their selves yet :).. your encouragement is soo much apppreciated!

  2. Pingback: and thoughts just… | Sick with Poetry.

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