Poem -
Godflesh
Slowly it grows and begins to wiggle...
At the base of my belly there begins,
The giggle.
And coming alive with a twist in my spine,
I swim through the air
In this rare
State of mind.
And sweet release is a sleepy peace,
For one that rest has left behind.
Lovely little unassuming death eaters,
Whose flesh is divine.
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Comments
Beauty, it's often been said, is in the eye of the beholder.
While one might think a scene in nature with a babbling brook, trees whispering in the light, arid breeze as the sun's rays glitters off the water is lovely, I love old, ancient, moss covered cemeteries with ornate gravestones carved hundreds of year ago.
It's all relative.
I also loved your poem!
~Dean Kuch :)
I am also that way...I find beauty in all places despite what the world decides is appropriate. God bless you my friend!
Same to you, Don.
~Dean ✞