ruffling black-grass of the crown-ground,
she disperses my sanity-seeds all around,
despite of what be told by double-eyed-faces,
this blood-canal bursts by yearling-races,
that which sews placebo-roots onto me,
inscribing words in this stain-shell by a fee:
.
holding my crouch-stick, never be straight,
to wash her point-toenails, her tongue thus sate
.
For dVerse, where beguiling Bjorn Rudberg holds a Meeting in the Bar. I will be in and out, here and there, may be dizzy or vague, but in the end… in the cavern of your words, I’d find my space.
ha. the rhyme of this only adds to it…the sanity seeds cast….this has such a haunting feeling to it….ever a servant to her wishes eh? smiles….very cool and fluid…
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this really packs a punch, very visceral and intense… love the sanity seeds… I could use a few of those 🙂
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HA I lived the thought sanity seeds, smiles. Very interesting take.
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So in love with those last two lines. Fantastic write.
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I am curious about those sanity-seeds! Smiles.
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I too like the sanity-seeds. A great find!
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Fantastic… and those placebo-roots and sanity-seeds… love this Anmal..
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nice .. love the placebo-roots and sanity seeds… oh the wind… smiles
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nice excursion through kenningland; love the crotch-stick, sanity-seeds, for sure; needs two reads, but pays off like a slut-slot.
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Yes, those final two lines really are brilliant.
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I specially like sanity seeds and placebo roots ~ Creative word pairing here HA ~
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A write that haunts, I love how you handled the prompt HA! 😀
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Excellent anmol sanity seeds..at times we feel they have been blown by the wind from us. Brilliant closure.
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These words resonate with me..as i’ve been in a place so weak..as the wind did separate the seeds of sanity..and scatter them about..round me..
But then there is will…and maybe not hope..yet..
But always will..
to survive..
until sanity seeds gather together …
to make hope..
REAL
in
NOW..;)
Stilled by the breeze..of LOVE..
in ALLITIS…
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Smart usage of the kennings here..I like the black grass..
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Totally cool!
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This poem reminds me of a willow, yielding, but firm when necessary. Really creative kennings here.
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