My mirrored education has been delighted
with the judgment of blissful delirium.
I have wretched the electrified roof of my mouth
with a delicious madness,
speaking my own woe-begotten portrait.
A nightingale reflection of sympathy
transporting my imagination.
And, I am really quite tired,
of all of this whistled treachery,
reflecting words that fly away,
from my silent twin.
Submitted: March 27, 2018
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Ultra twisty, this one, Doc. I thought I had it but that last line blew my idea out of the water. Whatever it means, I like it!
Tue, March 27th, 2018 8:44pm
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Ha, thanks very Hully !
Tue, March 27th, 2018 5:46pm
What an intricate piece, Doc... Loved those last two lines.
Mon, April 2nd, 2018 2:35pm
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Thank you Lisbeth, I appreciate that !
Mon, April 2nd, 2018 5:57pmFacebook Comments
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Mike S.
Excellent, Doc, and my idiot twin pens all of my less-than-stellar posts!
Tue, March 27th, 2018 3:43pmAuthor
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Haha ! Mine too ! Thanks Mike !
Tue, March 27th, 2018 5:42pm