Gentle as a lamb the entire world airbrushed

The setting sun was in and around turquoise blue
Before; the clouds roar—thundered thorough.
...We were playing football, with a puffball fungus
When, sapling willows shook with such a ruckus.
We were laughing loud, at what was to follow...
"Gulping the dust spores like smoky gigolos".
My how the rains poured like exploding dahlias
Our eyes filled up like galoshes...
As we ran like wild antelope, down, the muddy slope.
The flowers underfoot downed periscope.
The wind came rushing by, like bush-fires growling-lion.
Its tail whipped the air like an enlighten-
Well informed ghost. Now suddenly hushed:
Gentle as a lamb the entire world airbrushed.
Smudged bedazzled us. Such is the kingly beauty
Of the wild, wild woods, not yet knighted ignobly...?




Poetry by M Heathcote
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Written on 2012-12-12 at 01:13

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Lilly Negoi
this is BEAUTIFUL! and bookmarked!
"My how the rains poured like exploding dahlias
Our eyes filled up like galoshes... "
that is one incredible image Mark... wonderful!
2012-12-12