Donal Mahoney


First Tulip - Poem by Donal Mahoney

Sometimes you sit for days
sucking yourself in
praying the right words
will fall in your ear
toboggan over the whorls
pierce the canal
and settle in your brain,
an embryonic delight.
Sometimes you sit for days
and finally the words come
and they're always a surprise
like the first tulip in April
or a sudden
orgasm for your wife.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 1, 2015



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