Oyster Bloom

Shucked to sit proudly,
Icy throne. Slime of blackpoint
These are foreign, not barbaric
The love slathered in sauce
Bitter as horseradish
From the voice that matters,
Thoughts return to normal
It is enough, let the night wrap her
In eternal joy, my own day
Is just a symbol carved in molecules,
Hopefully she’s happy
That’s what’s best, and all at once
Inward pity is frozen,
As oysters slide in taste
Yummy.
Let the stars guard us both.

Silent yellow blooms,
A reflection in the pool.
Fool to forget the face.
Intricate.
Under Indigo star,
Don’t use another’s chessboard.
Pieces too small.

I like pie. Writing poetry for me is all done without editing or pre-thought. Enjoy the dribbles of my mind. :D

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