by Ken W Simpson
Ornamental omens
souls of silt
clogged by sea-shells
exposed to tides
that flush
then fade away
every night
to sleep and dream
of contradictions
and bow-tied magicians.
From:
Ken W Simpson
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an Australian poet specialising in free verse., A number of my collections are available online at Amazon and elsewhere.
Last updated February 21, 2014