Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

Summing It Up

Poem By Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

Summing it up
Love seeks a strange mix
Of passion, allegiance and rebellion
It has gore, yore and more in unequal portions
a nubile leaf of say " you've got some voice"
makes an orange orb rise (in rebellion perhaps)
on to be quelled, culled and crushed by ribcage
of propriety that hovers on equatorial reaches of morality
upward slant is not essentially a default way
to see clearly and closely the ‘loft of love'
you might cringe your neck and rummage
for a coffee shop receipt
goddess yelled and strung at me the hymn and ode
I accept only half bows and semi-prostrations
I'm done with your humility and submissions
An orange leaf swirl upwards to the loft
In devotion to a hymn set in
Anthems of Sri Lanka

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