Turquoise 3



How good this carnal fire

Where the liberty flag flies

The morning sun rushing hope


The turn of our innermost feelings

Please assemble on the tarmac

Let the firefighters wrestle the hydrant


Form an orderly queue and listen

The peaceful narrative soliloquy

The band-aid, the mountain jagged


And sleep a courtroom jester

Mocking both our reason and our tact

Within the folds of distress


A window open leaning where

There is a soft bird yearning

A faint hope burning




About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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