The Idiom Factor

Poem by: Philip H20s

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Reformatting old truisms.

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Submitted: December 03, 2007

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Submitted: December 03, 2007

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As silver paint drips from my stressed paint brush

I stand back to admire a collection ofstormy clouds

Each pother is decorated with a neat shiny edge

A border that tells me, even dark days contain some light

A royal appointed judge in red robes

Sits proud, bathed in gloss upona cover

I leaf the thick novel, packed tight with many words

Yet I shall not pass verdict, I know not this book

I am no plumber, but with this wrench of determination

I hope to prize this porcelain sink from that stubborn wall

Everything elsefrom this baron kitchen is packed

While I may allow defeat, those chrome taps are coming with me


© Copyright 2016 Philip H20s. All rights reserved.

The Idiom Factor

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Genre: Poetry

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Reformatting old truisms.
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