Hume or mone
Jack, help me
bring me a spade, an anchor
and ropes
a pollen geyser will erupt
from this flower
kick my ass
until I won’t remain outwardly
fingers try to touch her
outlining words
rejected at first
contact
now accepted
gallantly through lips
effused
© Marius Surleac
Categories: Poetry
diluted perception, Hume, jack, Poetry
Marius, nice to reading your poetry or way to rescue our soul from this wild market world.
congratulations,
Oscar
Chile
Hi Oscar.
Glad to see you here. I am delighted that you enjoyed my poetry. You do have a point with the soul.
Cheers,
Marius