Chasing Snakes

Who ghosts desire?
I long for a kiss,
my glass belly ice
& concrete clouding
our porcelain peace.

A good woman lingers,
then after voices joy

I, marble angel,
let men like father,
with grass on their hand,
pat eternity,
the door sheer,


(Disclaimer:  Fridays I play around online with Magnetic Poetry.  The words are not mine, and therefore; I cannot be held responsible for the outcome…right?! Lol.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

10 thoughts on “Chasing Snakes”

  1. I like your poem! It is interesting to see what can be made from the words they provide.
    It’s fun to do the magnetic poetry, isn’t it. I haven’t done any in quite awhile, so thanks for posting yours. Now I’ll go do some of my own. 🙂


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