After the last long-winded and prosaic post about the movie FRESH, a return to sparser verse and the next installment of my poem Two Souls. I may yet however revisit the idea of "monocultures" within a different context.
Two Souls, Twin Lives
By Francis Scudellari
V. Flabby mimics
She-he, un-mated flames
half to fading,
slip on fatted layers,
flabby mimics
of trees' up-craning trunks,
pained limbs that twist
when ten bony barbs burst
through soft pink nubs,
new claws they file against
rough-surfaced stones
to climb the greening heights,
feast on sweet-meats,
and sugary speed the cycles
2 comments:
"when ten bony barbs burst
through soft pink nubs,"
and
"feast on sweet-meats,
and sugary speed the cycles"
Assonance and alliteration galore but subtle and so well executed. The music resonates...Bravo!
@Gerry Thanks... it's music that I usually only hear in my head, so I'm glad it plays well beyond it.
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