Saturday, April 4, 2015
The appearance was calm like committing of heads
In youthful triumph, this cruel rage had abated
After the thousands of mighty warriors were put down.
The crime of scribes was promised by the last ones,
Possessing the life of capillaries, as the dress of buttons
Created other buttons so wonderful and sad.
The calm natures of the balms were inside the body,
Polite and excitable, in ways of the hundreds of degrees.
My apparent joy was compressed with just followers,
Offering tubules of the heart the chance to bear fruit.
By the imagination of strong intelligence, my calmness
Abated whenever the crown of mine was to slip into my hands.
The defenders of the shields and atoms that poked into our minds,
Created a flee and a disembarkation, full of plankton from the sea.
The sea gave them this temptation, this sea was a plank of wood.
Topic(s) of this poem: calm,free verse,look