Elegant palm fronds
Emerald fingers
In the storm
Fleece a
Contempt
To comfort
And solitude
Sutured indoors
Don’t let us forge
In muddy forget
Until our flame
Is kissed to
A plume
Our smolder
Will seep
Lower
disastress
sublime absurdism
disastress 
ha i love how you pay attention to sound…that last 3 lines just roll…really like dont let us forge in muddy forget…and solitude sutured indoors….
thank ye! could be the rhythm of the music and movement of my feet – i write half of this stuff on my iphone when i’m on the elliptical machine.
Until our flame
Is kissed to
A plume…nice…and def. music in this with an interesting rhythm as well..
Thanks! Do you ever feel like poetry writes itself?
This is a very pretty piece of writing, Disastress. Thanks for commenting on my poem for last week’s open link. I am really late getting round to some people.
Pamela