Saturday, April 24, 2010

one with exuberant smile





one with exuberant smile,
shield and a form of sword,

dure as baked tile, glazed,
brittle boned. worn smooth

not so by age as such born—
bred, yet still wet gilled

and scaled; embarked on marathon
crawl to marrow and a dawn.





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hello to all FoS poets
and followers,

this is a first
attempt for me over here--
i'm honored to be included
in such fine company.

i hope this little one
is appropriate.

noxy.
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8 comments:

stanis-thoughtspoetryanything said...

love this noxy! it is cool! 'not so by age as such born—
bred, yet still wet gilled '

Francis Scudellari said...

I get the impression of life crawled from the muck and ready to evolve, and I like the snaking rhyme.

The Scrybe said...

Nice, and welcome to the crew :)

Jenny Enochsson said...

Welcome, noxy! I liked this poem. Nice to have you here.

Megan Duffy said...

This has the gleaming, infinite quality of something just being born. Welcome.

human being said...

as i was reading this i could feel the life force traveling trough my veins... usually unnoticed...


beautiful!

PO Johnson said...

This is so beautiful. I re-read this over and over just to get back the feeling when reading the poem.

Noxalio said...

stanis,
Francis,
The Scrybe,
Jenny,
Megan,
human being,
and PO Johnson

thank you for your warm welcome
and also for the kind words.

noxy.