In love, no matter how they appear, it appears in all shapes, sizes and colours - yet remains overwhelming. 22nd June 2007.


Phantasm.

Submerge to a pencil,
one that scribes a state of mind.
A dispenser if you will;
Tracking your footsteps,
Following behind.
Learning a new curve;
Multilineal designs.
In a gleety control room,
surrounded with wainscot coating;
A fine oak for panelling.
You should feel safe,
don't listen to the decent.
Psychoanalyse your phantasm,
your fluid appearence in practise,
the learning curve now bent.
Presumptive in every possible outcome,
Just listen.

In your leglessness of colsair,
In your rendezvous.
Of the wax settled in your hair-line,
You're still beautiful.




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2007-06-22 at 13:13

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is wonderful and descriptive writing

Elle x
2007-06-22


nature
what can i say
theres a master at work
you are truely talented keep writing
2007-06-22