Twenty-Two Feet
Twenty-Two Feet belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Freedom In Words & Art, The Word Tree and Up & Coming WritersA snake,
twenty-two feet
of reptilian beauty,
told me once
a primitive secret –
a dark bruise
of a secret
that washed away my blues.
Who knew
that twenty-two feet
of savage grace
would, so sublimely,
erase all the worry
from my
little-boy face?
A serpent,
twenty-two feet,
never recoiled from me,
nor I from he.
Neither did he strike
but still
he constricted – it’s true! –
and then swallowed up whole
my premature blues.
His forked tongue slipped
through his reptile lips
and he flicked it
into my ear,
tickled my drum,
leaving a bit of knowledge
still un-dislodged;
a black and blue light
to bleach out the blues.
Oh, what wisdom!
Twenty-two feet
of ancient wisdom
that passed to me something,
should I ever repeat,
would take away too
your troubling blues.
But it’s a dark-as-dusk secret
and it leaves a bruise.
gerrardt
incredibly written…wonderful prose.
MagpieMagic
Love this.
Trenchtownrock
Yep..this is pure fire.
Lisa Jewell
Luke,
You poetry is seriously sublime
Full of imagery and symbolism I want to swallow whole.
artyfifi
Excellent!! I agree with the fine company above. You write with rare dry wit & elegance, sir!
Paul Compton
Sublime. Magickal. Love love love!
Kristin Reynolds
I’ve heard that secret…and the bruises keep on coming. but damn it all to hell, it’s worth it. the bruise is where we live. I love your poetry, metahor is my blood. awesome! K
BlackDogAura
you really very good.