When Will This Harvest Ripen? By Gio Masserati Poem by Gio Masserati

Mua?

Stuck
My adjectives, verbs and adverbs
Have deserted me

Lacklustre nouns
Plentiful
Yet somewhat dreary

Amiss of flavour
Putrid really
Dull grey
Smoken Ash

Blocking my vision
Thine eyes
Need see the glory
Be dreamily pursued

I am stuck
Bleu
Been so blue
Singing those blues

Need some yellow
To come alive
Leaves of green ivy
Budding
Grow in and over me
Like angelic vines
spreading their wings

Bearing thy
luscious fruit
Bare to plump

Encasing my body
Into refining vineyards
Blossoming in time

Time

Time


Until the year

Of favor