Cee Bea


Tangled Vine - Poem by Cee Bea

they looked at me through
a mist of curiosity and kind nature

there is no abundance.
only enough,
that in itself…is a pinnacle

there is no finite nature
or concave octaves
nor certainty

but there is the wind
and angel clouds
appearing in pressing west winds
as if placed by hand

the old growth was…
the giants yawned
and stepped right in my path,

I know it.

alls fine at Hollywood and
tangled vine

Topic(s) of this poem: muse


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  • Kelly Kurt (3/25/2015 1:43:00 PM)


    I enjoyeyour poem. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2015



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