Poem Hunter
Poems
Old Tigers At Rest

Old Tigers At Rest

Poem By delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

when
it was suggested
there
were
possible ties
to
possible ties
a breath
was
taken
a pause...
then
back to lolling in the sun
respective
scritches of respective backs
and
the flick of a tail
chased away
blue tales
and
red herrings
swum their ways upstream
and down...
that heartbeat seen on the scope?
nothing at all...
a chance blip...
see?
it's gone...
never there...never there at all...

User Rating: 5 / 5 ( 0 votes )

Other poems of CONTRAPUNCTAL.... YES, THAT'S HOW I INTENDED TO SPELL IT......... (816)

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.


Comments