Concubine and Daisies

One Comment

  1. Posted June 3, 2025 at 10:32 am | Permalink

    Concubine
    And daisies ;

    Picking wild flowers
    Clogs and whistles
    Goats eating grass
    Every day is given
    All you do is take
    You gotta know how
    Nobody is melting
    My bone is stone
    More like a sponge
    Not water but space
    No implode explode shit
    Expansion with my brain
    But standing rock solid
    Not travel but think
    Never ever on your own
    Don’t listen but imagine
    To become real it first
    Has to be imagined
    Not bulging biceps
    Or horns in my skull
    Just a raft of dreams
    And hope I gently pull
    Not to go aboard and nose
    But to smell the scent
    Of A beautiful yellow rose.

    Anthony Mc Gann
    29/5/25. 05:00.

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared. Required fields are marked *

*
*

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>