I reign in my edges,
Those wild horses,
Those meandering battalions
Dismal in their projections
Intent upon war.
–
I plant roses by the seashore,
The salt of my withdrawal
Fashioning bullets of thorns.
The preliminary thrust
Rips locks into forbidden flesh.
Oh how I want to trespass you
To rearrange the signals
That perpetuate your repulsion.
–
Held under the ball of your foot
My prehensile limbs stray
From the carapace, a stain,
Spotted only as a byproduct of death
And if I gather up all my reliquaries
I would still be empty save
For my bitter black blood.
mindlovemisery 
WOW WOW WOW
Thanks Dell!
Welcome!
Pretty fantastic poem; cohesive with great images like:-
I plant roses by the seashore / the salt of my withdrawal
Thank you Bianca XD
oh how I want to trespass you. Oh my, now there is some heat to that. The salt of my passing was a cool line as well. An interesting contrast of emotions between that second stanza an the last.
Thank you X emotions are often complicated and contradicting
THE STARTER
she
held
up
her
hands
which
was
the
signal
to
gather
the
meandering
horses
and
bring
them
to
the
rose
garden
by
the
edge
of
the
dismal
sea
the
starters
gun
that
had
been
thrust
upon
her
earlier
in
the
day
now
hung
loosely
at
her
side
filled
with
fake
bullets
and
all
the
safety
locks
clicked
off
once
she
pulled
the
trigger
she
merely
had
to
plant
her
feet
on
the
right
spot
throw
the
ball
into
the
circle
and
watch
the
game
begin
How vivid and visual this poem!
Thank you:)
Can’t recall if I’m supposed to put my link here–if not, just ignore/delete!
https://dimscribblesdiary.wordpress.com/2015/05/31/meandering-rose-for-mindlovemisery-wordle-177/
I certainly don’t mind since I love reading your responses
The official linkup is at the Sunday Whirl
I love the way these lines make my ears perk up:
“The salt of my withdrawal”
“And if I gather up all my reliquaries”
I am so glad you liked them!