Time for a riddle Time is a rodent Ardent arrows Are curses Are they curses Are they cured Are they convergent I am born a burned sun I am born a blistering bone There is a shift of shafts There is prison of prisms An iron iris irradient An ark of arrows Awaiting our augur […]
Tag: Semantics
Poem : A Conjugal Cogwheel
It is a curl, a curvilinear coagulant, conjugal converging curl It is a thing in itself, a chiral, a termite, a spiral, a null and void It is breathing, it is a sheath, it is a weatched, weathered hamlet It is stone cast, it is wood pecked, it is worm eaten, it is ash blue […]
