Language Poem by Randy Resh

Language



LANGUAGE


The language is leading me
cleaving calls lovingly
replete repeatedly
pleading your imagery


The language is weaving me
murmurs it's muttering
uttering utterly
metaphor morphing


The language deceiving me
lavishly languishing
shocking so mockingly
betrays exsanguishing


The language is leaving me
escape flees fleetingly
abandoning empty
language leaves muting me



Randy Resh 2015

Thursday, January 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
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Randy Resh

Randy Resh

Toronto, Canada
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