No, not ire


Seldom ire bleeds in stairwells
running for superiority,
nor in halls of no fame at all.

Ire is a just a melt down kind of thing,
an irrational moment
just before all goes let down.

See it all then, in weaves
of organic coloured yarn,
answering to its representation.




Words by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-07-12 at 00:52

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