As if a poet with one clue with a wooden heart, I whittle
Like a ne’er–do–well, in my earthly attire
Bound by webs of frost, at the window sash
Like a ne’er–do–well, in my earthly attire
Bound by webs of frost, at the window sash
Haphazardly, at times I ramble, without a thought, just naught
With a splash of importance and a twitch in my roguish eyes
I squander a queue
With a splash of importance and a twitch in my roguish eyes
I squander a queue
Letting my pen quibble, resting on poetic laurels
As you scratch an itch, on my sensuality
In a codicil of my evidentiary
As you scratch an itch, on my sensuality
In a codicil of my evidentiary
While your love ignites desires
I castigate my limber,
In certainty, it’s arising
I castigate my limber,
In certainty, it’s arising
Well penned Adagio… smooth write…
Thank you.
This is a very clever, educated even, write. I am very intrigued by it. And by how you see what to write. It is a great crafting of poetry, really. Impressive.
Thank you, kindly.