Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 18,147 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

The Rights Of It - Poem by Is It Poetry

Songs of word, flies hard from
me to you in pause.
Yes you did, you rest upon the
bench held closed.
Rooms of court, fill the sky how
it tries, to still the day in rest.
Know judge is an island to bath,
in the mantle, of purples black pen.
It will read the docket, against her sin.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 1, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, June 12, 2009

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