Fresh-Weaned Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Fresh-Weaned



from tumultuous sygyzy,
striking, a poseur
hammers a weir of twigs....
lips, sinks
in a slough of after-slosh....
despond, slate-grey with intransigence,
cuddles the kneecaps.....

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Brian Jani 13 May 2014

Delilah You nailed this piece of poetry

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