Unrequited Poem by Richard George

Unrequited



Limp petal slimes slug.
Salt I avalanche.

To goose-turd gristle it
shrinking writhes, twined around
flower head. Dead.

Guilt tugs me now:
as it clung on, did ugly love
what is beautiful?

Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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