Wordle #83 and Poetry Prompt 18

Week 83

My heart doubles as a radio,

Lissome flesh overtaken by bonhomie

A lateral gambol across a spectral nexus.

The puncture of your unending kisses.

A vacuum of heat. All the pottery overturned

We have made such a wreck of nunchi

Finding within each other something savage,

Something tenable and I cannot conceive

Of a moment without your garish Avian wiles.

You drive me into strokes of madness

Into terrible strokes of genius.

My womb is a cornucopia overflowing,

My sentience a chimera in which

The sharpest thorns grow together

With the most sumptuous fruits.

OctPoWriMo

I went with a very free stream of conscious write in light of yesterday

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8 responses to “Wordle #83 and Poetry Prompt 18

  1. Something tenable and I cannot conceive
    Of a moment without your garish Avian wiles.
    You drive me into strokes of madness
    Into terrible strokes of genius.

    Beautiful write mlmm! The uncanny likes of a seasoned poet very apparent!

    Hank

  2. My womb is a cornucopia overflowing,
    My sentience a chimera in which
    The sharpest thorns grow together
    With the most sumptuous fruits.

    Knock me right over Yves!

    Seriously … what an interesting piece Yves … with such a challenging set of words in the wordle …. but there is such a … well … I don’t know how to explain this ….

    But your stream of consciousness is so …. well … okay. … I have no more words for this … other than awesome, fascinating, brilliant. 🙂

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