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Leftovers In Flame Flowers

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Mother, crawl your eyes over
flames of specks left after a fire.
Creep your nostrils over
tentacled limbs of peeled-off earth
and dearth in a bush of debris.

Walk your stringed gazes at
the wild grass of leftovers,
after flames have gulped down
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Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: aftermath
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Excellent poem. Congratulations being POD
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Dr Antony Theodore 09 April 2020
Eat them, sip them peeking at Adam and Eve in a star-lit garden of roses flipping over in red and white butterfly wings. really a very fine poem. wonderful images with inner meanings. tony
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Kevin Patrick 09 April 2020
I don't pretend to understand the whole thing, or if that is the point, but the imagery and words are immaculate. This deserves to be in a real poet book, with thousands more readers to digest the imagination of this writers kaleidoscopic mind. I wish more people would comment on this work, I could read this again and again. This is marvelous art. Well deserved sir! .
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This is horrible stuff! Have you Earthlings sunk so low that you can actually praise garbage like this? And I thought this was a POETRY site, not a garbage dump!
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Robert Murray Smith is my real name. And I does have the small weiner
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Jagdish Singh Ramána 09 April 2020
Great imagery. Poetry of the imagist: oblique and alive images.
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Lyn Paul 09 April 2020
A style like no other. Exciting to read.
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Edward Kofi Louis 09 April 2020
The storm! ! ! Plastic wings of daylight. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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