Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,132 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Until A Flower Emerges - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Poetry is the multiplication
Of brush strokes painted in thought
In rhythm and in rhyme, spidery spun
Eight eyes on an octave line wrought.

Spinning; leafing-out all over quietly.
Digesting and dissolving internally
Or else they just hold me, uncontrollably,
Frenetically, silently, dangling almost; for fun.

Until a flower; emerges from a landscape drunken.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014

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