Friday 2 November 2012

THE POEMS

From - Books I will not write.

The poems -
They are copious as milt.

Some died undischarged;
Some failed to fertilise;
Some were distorted embryos
Eyeless or finless.

Fragmented bodies
Were swallowed by other fish,
Sometimes to be spat out.

Some simply degenerated
As time failed them.

So what you have
Is a survivor
Amid cataclysms.

2 comments:

  1. They have life , they live on. This one should be publishe d in a journal

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  2. What an interesting way
    to have your say,
    about such various tries
    that once lived but dies.

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