Friday, October 13, 2006

Inverse

Twixt illness and strife
my ill-conceived life
is much more unsound than the norm
so I delve into any old form
to shelter myself from the storm
whose inclement rages are rife
with droplets honed sharp as a knife
that slash like a sentient swarm
but I remain cozily warm
ensconced in a flowery dorm.

9 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:22 AM

    May all your flowers have healing powers! Take care of yourself. Shirley

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  2. Love the slashed/sentient line... beautiful.

    My Thursday Think Tank Poem.

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  3. Short and sweet and oh so true...

    Enjoy those flowers....they smell heavenly! :)

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  4. flowery worm,
    warm words,
    beautiful imaginations...
    thanks for the fun read.

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  5. Oh, this is a charming poem! The
    rhyme scheme is lilting.

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  6. Robert,

    I'm pleased to read that sanctuary was gained 'in the flowery dorm', at a time of need.
    An excellent sharing of this experience.
    Best wishes,
    Eileen

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  7. Haha hey thanks you guys, aren't words just wonderful?

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  8. I love the flowery ceiling dome! A most admirable poem!

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  9. Your rhyme is always awesome and refreshing to read! :-)

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