Perth Words… exploring possibilities.

I have been peddling vowels
for decades,
armed with alliteration;

flowers in one hand,
faded syllables in the other

and a head full of stars.

I just can’t cure this addiction
to the written word,
sighing to each stanza,
enamored with assonance

and the innocence of verses, free
and uninhibited;
sonnets seated softly
at a lover’s feet,
the vibrato of a vignette, humming,
like a lullaby on Sunday.

I just want one chance to get in;
to turn that knob of adversity
and penetrate just one heart,

then, dance away
in gratification,

until the next poem.

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