peterphreak

Coined Eyes (791)

Jesus fed stale bread to this bird
Crummy morsel, "I'm fat!"
Would not crave it though it's starved
Foolish wormy self had

To fictionalize it,
reproach and reprimand palettes parched
Touch diction for minnows' delights,
greasy sycophants perched

Is it enough to fish about?
For parables bereaved,
such beatitudes warbling found
land on foxgloves, forgive?

I wonder how digitalis feels
when distilled by an earl ?
As eyes on chrysalis to a crumb ?
Parallax, we must unfurl.

Baron

This one has certainly put my head in a spin. It's wee small hours of the morning so I'll come back and take a look at this with clearer mind after a few hours slee[.

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Ilasir Maroa

maybe tending just a wee bit far into the abstract, phreaky-dear. Some quite wonderful images, but connections can't be cast in crystal; stone suffices.

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MisterJack

This is an interesting read, Peter. Some words and phrases worked into it to make the reader think, as usual with some of your work. I sense a little irony and something subtle beneath too, sarcasm perhaps. I will read a few more times and try to decode the undecodable.

Nice piece again, peterphreake

Regards

Jack

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rainhands

I'm curious, what does the '(791)' mean?

This was very cryptic, and the puntuation is inconsistent, because in some places you use it and at other times you leave it out. Also quite a lot of the sentences don't make sense, e.g.:

For parables bereaved,
such beatitudes warbling found
land on foxgloves, forgive?

Eh, just my two cents.

All the best,

rh

apple

This poem seems to be a reaction to something I've read lately. I won't delve into it.
It does have a cryptic feel to it. Your ususal abstraction with clues. Good work, Pp.

Mirror

Dear Peter-

The subtitle reminded me of Charon, but then the piece proceeded into a scaling minuteness, and I formed a visual impression of someone collecting warbles as breadcrumbs. I will return to this piece to see what else I may glean from it. Thank you for a superior read.

Best,
Ariana

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