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The Wooden Armchair Of Similar Dreams (Free verse) by Caducus

Crocodiles drown in synchronized sorrow, Church bells ring, the ringing so hollow. Am I the only one to mourn you? Crows dressed as humans have come to scorn you. You took so long to be taken, Too long for the vultures who circled above, In heaven your dreams awaken, A simple dream called love. I sit in your wooden armchair of similar dreams, And close my eyes to familiar scenes. The screaming, the stench, The scheming, the wench. The derelict peace now fills the room, Hibiscus covered walls now a dying bloom. The greatest gift you left, ensuring life and not existence, Is exhaled in my breath. ( for Dannara )

Frass 14-Nov-02/2:01 PM
I like it, Cdcs. I would, however, like to see wenches associated with more positive elements than 'stench', perhaps 'wymyn's wenchly winsome wyles and wunnerful quenching...' something, something; they deserve it. Not sure about 'derelict peace'.




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