Stranded in a pool
By the tide
As I was stranded
On the beach
By the Sabbath
Smaller than a saucer
Pale rose pink
And in possession
Of invisible
Stinging tendrils
Apparently
As the unpleasant buzzing
Smarting
Burning in my little finger would attest.
6 comments:
I love verses 8-11 XD Sounds painful, but we have to learn these things sometime...right?
Ay asei...tun sut san. You should make a book of poetry and then we can get rich...and gorge on chocolate :]
Brilliant! ^_^
Oh, I deleted my blogs...and made a new one...Just thought I'd let you know since I'm in your sidebar, am I not? The new URL is http://ashirasrealm.blogspot.com
Wha-??? OK! I fix eet.
Hey, I am checking this blog using the phone and this appears to be kind of odd. Thought you'd wish to know. This is a great write-up nevertheless, did not mess that up.
- David
Which part?
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