November 9, 2017

Poetry: “Undertow”

I would not request
To furnish the snowflakes
With sequined silkscreens

See-through

I would not banish
Tannins from corks
To remodel restitution

Run-on

I would not quell
A body’s turbulence
In half-measured happiness

Heart-sick

I would not reveal
The complacency of divinity
Taking tears to task

Cry-baby

I would find peace in drenched polyester;
Morbid mind:
Solemn, sequestered.

Drowned down
By storm-cell swells —
Bursting free
From grayscale geysers —
Glitter gels
Between chimes of Hell’s bells;
Rearview undertow
Drags drenched devils
To tread water
Through hindsight.

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“Undertow”
© Jane Bled 2016-2017
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Hindsight

Rearview © Jane Bled

Paid harassment
The watchdogs on high alert
How I suffer you

About Jane Bled

Human. Happy in my solitude. Free speech; unencumbered by expectations. Awakening. My purpose: to exhibit my art. Thank you for browsing my gallery. Fakes: stay away. Namaste.

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