Sunday, May 31, 2009

Sunday Scribblings #94 - Covert

The color of reality is sometimes black.
Like when there is the persuasive aroma of sun-dappled longing.
Which forces wafting pleasure to be sheltered.
And urges the shapes of clandestine holding.
Where layered penalties veil the skin of certain truth.
Still, their cells act as a haven of veracity.
She.
And Her.
He.
And Him.
Covert lovers.

8 comments:

  1. I like this - it has a ring of truth hidden in the finely honed words.

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  2. I love the phrasing - layered penalties and haven of veracity! Beautiful!

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  3. Very beautiful poem. I like the way it builds.

    Mothers in Arms

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  4. Dead Good! Right up my street!!

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  5. my favorite is the first line and "sun dappled longing." clandestine is also a great word choice.

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  6. Sunday Scribblings seems to have disappeared, but there is an alternative, Carry On Tuesday. The new prompt is up, hope you can join us.

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