Monday, August 28, 2017

OTI:one poem:8/28/17

 Open To Interpretation
 
Quests

A hound on the warm night wooden portal,
Too old now to run with my joyous pack
Across the field to the orchard apple
That mama bear is determined to snack.

It isn't is it that my each request
Sent you into preferential refrain
To consider reconsider your quest?
My brows try to lift my eye bags--lids fain.

Eyes eye, ears ear, old dog's nose nose, so, so,
I was one of many beneath your tree
That wouldn't for a moment leave off, go
Away back to their nibbling a flea.

Oh, you gnawed on my ears it's certain too,
And I was just stubborn unmoved as you.

DolphinWords

:)

DavidDavid
 

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