Scarcity

Scarcity

My tragic friend

My incarnate scanned

I am your vestal irony

Less the warranting than palm of

Ode oppressive hand

 

Scarcity

My face

Hard breasted piano sway

Drum soul and lips so fragile

 

Scarcity

Too stretched in scars to heal

You know me all so sad 

You kiss me grave too well

 

Do tell me

Scarcity

If by penchant your

Currency mars 

Then will she too decline

A temperament this lesser day

 

Scarcity

By which I do discharge

Slumbered

Sectarian

 

You will grade

So easily 

You will mark

Always some potential

Scarcity

 

A womb by which

In seed again

Indelible

 

My scarcity

You do improve

A single point

Fixed 

On my lament

Reviews

[Deandra Dawn]

I knew if I kept reading, I wouldn't be disappointed. Again, I bow my head to you in reverence. Nicely done.

[Perdition]

And to you a thousand reverences for reading..or in other words, Awww, Shux~

[Alisa Js]

Aloha my friend from across the way,

I am utterly astounded at the quality and scope of all of your recent posts....

Most incredible as they span the spectrum from end to end, all quite unique and yet, all from the same poet.
Your range is exponentially increasing in the quantum field...


Oh, and by the way, did I mention that I loved them?

Catch up soon

Alisa

[Perdition]

At your pleasure dear friend…And thank you as always!