Poem Body
Shelter Lies Dormant
beat from their heat of the street
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plough
where to go firm & complete
structured...complete...their machine in works,
call out your father take claim to your mother
discover from up yonder...
suffer in silernce
suffer from its quaint silence
burden with a fly...
close their closet door
Comments
Nice one
Especially
"Suffer in silence
Suffer from it's quaint silence
Burden with a fly...
Close their closet door"
Well, I want be clear with this one here,
(Beat from their heat of the street) though I suggest it should be (beat from their heart on the street).
Just a suggestion.
I rather learn how to fish than beg for one.