Poetry In My Ears

The poetry in my
inner ears
now reduced to gestures

terrific imagery's
intimate interludes allude
menagerie gallery aviary
resonant reach
...elude

there is no deliverance from
mundane profane
long weary margins common

swan song swallow
cursive coo sings
taunting misplaced echo

poem by Randy Resh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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