I tip the crystal goblet of my soulAnd pour out the water of mercyBut it cuts like exploding shrapnel................................................
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Topic(s) of this poem: evil, insensitivity
WHIP UP OR whip out? either way, not very nice. naughty, naughty!
very fanciful. a dream? it seems to go from 1 - something YOU do causing harm..TO 2 - things you offer backfiring on you, .. TO 3 - a magical force being playful with worms.
p.s. those sharp teeth don't seem grapeful.
, you're right again: it's definitely whip out. My, what big eyes you have there!
damn evil things! !
now ya got me feeling sorry for grapes.
some people just don't know HOW to be grateful!
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bri [ ;) ]
Yes Bri, and evil thoughts boring in to the center of our minds possibly compounding all things... But on a lighter note, with a little effort one might just get a glimpse of the Evil Magicians and then be forwarned. Thanks for the comments!
A surreal poem of exhilarating images. Lines three and four are quite outstanding, Rod and the whole first rate.
It's going into my favourites' list.
Dear Tom: this is what it's all about, knowing that at least one reader will be inspired by one's poems. Makes it all worth the hassle! Thanks for dropping by and feel free to come back anytime... Rod