SerenityJS

I walk within the mew musk of an assassin
and reflect a loss in languid emotion spent
exhausted;
creature battles and checkpoint charlies with nostrils of steel
kiss the trip wire as his army drapes you olive.

This man who bleeds in oval shapes
a nightfall with no creek to follow
Ciphers death swathing bluish and ablaze
While war drinks coffee black in sweetened sorrow

Eyes to see the abstract color of a god in underbrush
His blackened heart berry bramble beauty bleeds
The silent song spotted under parts sings the thrush
A song of life full, teasing tickle time and need

And one by one we march by self made graves in protest
Diseased
Minds and purloined jester chuckles, illusion in peace.

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-Jennifer Smith

Battle not with monsters lest ye become a monster and if you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Blackmirth

I absolutely love this! Brilliant poem!
Great imagery, and delivered perfectly.

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Baron

I've read this a few times now. To be honest the first time I read it I saw the "winter wonderland" cliche in the first line and just shrugged off the whole poem. Coming back, I read beyond that and would agree that apart from that this is a very good poem.

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SerenityJS

thank you both for your reply....I will get rid of winter wonderland.....thanks jen

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-Jennifer Smith

Battle not with monsters lest ye become a monster and if you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you.

Friedrich Nietzsche