A Glimpse Within (Second Page)

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Open Poetry #47

A Glimpse Within (Second Page)

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

0 posted 2011-05-27 03:36 PM

The moon is playing peek-a-boo,
reflection on the water seems sad.
Wonder how saturnalia charms us
and why it never goes out of season.
                Sex R Us.
Ink-black dark, I cannot see;
even Luna appears quite uneasy.
The peaceful lapping of water
distresses me; I don't know why.
                Devouring soul?
So tranquil you could hear a
tear drop, or a salamander fart.
My nose detects an exotic odor
Arabian sand carried by wind.
                So it's said.
I squat on the rock jetty,
look for ghosts; probe my own.
My intimate séance annoys
what I have kept concealed..
                I see what I see.

~ I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time" / I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance ~

[This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (05-27-2011 08:53 PM).]

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2011-05-27 06:02 PM

Very nice Jerry and once again I'm lovin' that last line.
Lori

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

2 posted 2011-05-27 06:07 PM

Lori, appreciate it. Last line can make or break certain kinds of poems. Happy you liked this one.

~ I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time" / I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance ~

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