Misty soul, drizzle not
dreading to infict like rain.
One pour drop forgot
sampling on fingers bane.

Salty sliding whistle..
wheeze of shudder underneath
an awaiting coy missle
still tied within' it's sheath.

Whelp of pardon, subdued,
foundered against a utopic pic.
Mental metal once crude
an eneven pile of Zen brick.

Awnser awaits an even tongue,
settled by hearts desire.
Sing, not flung..ring, not wrung
out on top of the fire.

Queer visions sway kitsch,
Troy devestated..pleading vale.
Which pitch soothes which witch
from devisive wintry hail?!

4leaf

this is good.

Thanx and welcome to JSH!a4leafclover2u2

Hell u been here longer than me!

cooool!
peace
jimmy

Very good write

Tnx..Jim..Quilling to the task

Tnx..BonnieMiss..I ur' last two posts