Poem -

Moving against the tide

drowning while singing

Passed above the leather-clad crowded clouds
riding painted haunted horses
warrior lovers greatest single time
rain drifts crafted vision
dreams of walking on stilted lakes
soft this man created asylum
life departed trip
the pointed collection fills such a shallow save

small slit forests
slip between scented sheets
between skies of dangerous kidnap
ruling rhyming age
sits with caged dragons
whose words are executed in full view
as choirs bleat a garden yellow
your scratches heaped
on paged silence

Comments thought and vomited
into kerbed correct punctuated scenes
wrought from iron girdles
kept as all began

The mystic soul which creeps
across vast raining lands
hammer on huge wooden crafted gates
born thrown
and in conversation
forgotten

 

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Katina Woodruff...

Wow, I'm intrigued! I would really like to know more about the inspiration for the poem. Your metaphors are so well done, it left me a little less than confident that I understood the entire poem. Some clarification may be needed, or add a few lines that add in describing what is happening in the poem. Just food for thought. I think it's extremely creative and unique. 

Favorite part: 

Comments thought and vomited
into kerbed correct punctuated scenes
wrought from iron girdles
kept as all began

Thanks for sharing your poem. 
I'm sure I'll be reading more of your work soon. 
 

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