Jun 4
Missing you More than Mildly (Revision 3)
Taste of sweet you, heavenly,
Pain is my decree,
The Flock of shot firing birds,
love un-discriminately,
An arrow wounds & kills me
Mild's the insane.
We keep on kissing
Flowing down rails,
Kicking old dusty bottles
Limper our bruises,
Tick tock, all the sounds
Missing you more than mildly
Taste of sweet you, heavenly,
Pain is my decree,
The Flock of shot firing birds,
love un-discriminately,
An arrow wounds & kills me
Mild's the insane.
We keep on kissing
Flowing down rails,
Kicking old dusty bottles
Limper our bruises,
Tick tock, all the sounds
Missing you more than mildly
Its a jumbled Haiku piece. One day I'll revise it into a 5,7,5, 5,7,5, etc etc.
I don't normally revise my pieces but this one is one I like to make changes to. " The Flock of shot firing birds" is a tribute line to woman's feminism. Literally the same as " I am woman, hear me roar"
I don't normally revise my pieces but this one is one I like to make changes to. " The Flock of shot firing birds" is a tribute line to woman's feminism. Literally the same as " I am woman, hear me roar"
