Ticking Bomb
30 April 2017
Red matter
Spilling over roofs
Withered snow
Collapsing
Plucked daffodils now gasping
Rasping rhapsodies
Mad Hatter
He follows Alice
Down the wells
Dark spirals
Sliding cubicles warping
Unheard melodies
Sails tatter
Waving through the past
Undone Times
Ticking Bomb
Winding through the bleeding vines
Mind a zone of mines
Reading of the poem:
Time – N’to
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Beautiful description and nice imagery
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Thank you Derrick. Not as beautiful as your posts that I have finally been able to go through 🙂
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🙂 Man thanks
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A very good poem. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you Henrietta 🙂
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You are welcome!
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