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The Gemstone ( Imagery WS... Ex. 2)
Life struggles polished her,
a gemstone.
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Life struggles polished her,
a gemstone.
Those birds I ponder near my house
Have holes in trees as flitter mouse,
Except they flitter through the day.
Such grating songs they always play,
Part cuckoo screeches calling loud,
All arrogance and preening proud.
Right rudely do they guard the nests-
Rough arguments; effusive pests.
Oh, sparrows are a noisome bunch
When break my fast and spoil my lunch.
And when of wind they might run dry,
Nowhere is there a silent sigh.
Damn chickadees now chide and bitch.
Down by the docks
The seagulls are hungry
(So am I)
Are you ready to gorge
On your ploughmans basket
With mustard
Craaaaawwww Craaaaawwww
They always want more
(So do I)
The clouds are gathering pace
Spinning swirling overhead
You munch swallow dribble
Break us some bread
You can never quite finish
(Nor can I)
The clock strikes hard - it's one
Quick quick quick run run run
Pay the bill leave a quid tip
Run up the stairs
The fun house art house show has begun
Pale hardness, polished smooth by endless icy river.
The stone crawled to the surface
seeking he who find it.
Even the strongest rock will one day crumble and turn to dust as a testament to this world's mortality.
Sponge meteorite smoothed to blackness by star dust
I listen to leaves, then know the sound of falling;
and smelling dew-kissed acorns, I gain the scent of morning;
Waliking brush-grown Logging roads in mid-October, I gain the knowledge of the home-life of squirrels;
Remembering sweet September showers, tears of summer on Autumn's cheeks, my thoughts flow across the pages of unborn volumes, leaking words
C. Lon R. Bruso
The tangible weight of centuries nestled in the palm of your hand.
A cacophony of scent
riotous notes
in unrestrained melody
assaulting the senses
with their bold overtures.
Cool elderflower plays melodious green,
overlaid with the undertones
of sensuous rose.
Strumpet orange blossom blasts
with her come hither call.
Lavender’s soft shoe shuffle adds a swing,
whilst honeysuckle sweetly strums
a classic chord.
Fiery flamenco from hot nicotiana
struts and swirls her skirts.