Poem of the Day – Talking dripping riddles

by paturnerlee

Talking dripping riddles

 

Flash photography driven:

Reflecting black window vehicles

Cynical plywood fantasies wouldn’t be an issue

As tissue damp with rain from broken gutter spreads mustard seeds burning.

 

Foil wrapped sausage in fire

Higher than purple rain puddles

Entitled to a rematch; just bored of athletes intent on strength not beauty

Astute as he is: she is

 

Spread imperfect dreams

It seems that loving muscle;

A hustle; a media scream

 

A crow sat on the post

Devil you know

Telling of misfortune

 

A shoe in the fire

Blown out of the courtyard

Its hard to believe that the bodies are still making

Themselves time and time again

When the strain is growing.

 

Still born to begin

Assassin

Revenge

A meeting with tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

July 13th 2017

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright

 

Advertisements

If you enjoyed the poem. please leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: