The poet with unbridled thoughts
and the scent of fledgling sparrows
on her lips
rides bareback to the river
on the preacher's scarlet mule.
Baring her teeth, she hunts
the piety of the mosquito hunter
until her quarry whimpers
and sails on his sterile raft
until he finds her bathing in the river
wearing nothing but the rattle
of her designer chains.
In the shade of an aspen tree
the poets revel in the sweet taste
of failure and scorn the moonless
landscape of success.
Their unfinished rhymes
writhe in sheer wantonness
with the songs of blue wasps
on a bed of fallen needles.
Mired in the fever of this new swamp
she flutters in his calloused hands
and cries to her lover 'push me down
and push me down until I taste the mud'.
The painting is very impressive too. Thank you so much for sharing
Excellent poem powerfully worded.5 Stars and to my Favourites. Thank you for sharing this impressive poem.
beautiful canvas of the poetic expression; just enjoyable writings
Wow! This poem has so much energy in its word choice and overal impact. Its complexity is deftly handled, but I would never try to paraphrase it
Their unfinished rhymes writhe in sheer wantonness with the songs of blue wasps on a bed of fallen needles....great expression!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Talking about perfection! Amazing poem!