reek you vile I am not

reek you vile I am not
tonight is no difference
there is still so much to care for
in the orange of the roof tiles
glistening with evening moist
in trees green with any summer
rolling with twilight

I can hear whales singing
on the pond radio
I am a part of the congregating
daring slow worms and thistles
to dance with the rest of us
just for the sake of it

hollow is the price wired men
must reckon with
nightfall is a smooth curtain
kerosene is another way to laugh
with rattling skulls
over water turning vapour

I dreamed there was a slow fire
a luminosity turning I into night
into the coming of the flawed
I will not run for major
pleading for more salt
being silently safe




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-07-11 at 23:01

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is wonderful. We are all part of life's " congregating ". My jaw dropped upon reading "hollow is the price wired men
must reckon with". So good man.
2017-07-17


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Bob, a great work.
Ken
2017-07-11