He, She & the Smoking Bishop – A Blank Verse Poem

and their cries echoed with the ringing bells as christmas crested on the chilly breeze heated words hung with odious timbre boiling over like spiced wine ‘pon a flame just as potent yet not so fragrant nor as sweet as black liquorice and peppercorn christmas spirits lacking complexity mulled with bitter words dripping acidic as…

The Word Exchange – A Blank Verse Poem

so many words are wasted in a day exhausted in tedious dialogue haphazardly inserted in emails frivolously texted without a thought lavishly painted purple in our prose pretentiously spouted in poetry repetitively belted out in song meandering in legato fashion excruciating staccato pacing exchanging words without a second thought ringing hollow like a dead tree…