My Ms

My Ms short poem

Uploaded by Qatreh Falahatian

I mawkishly effeminate sentiment,
memories plucked from wood and field
merged in a sentiment of unutterable sadness and compassion
microscopic minuteness of eye, misgivings of grave kinds
mockery crept into your tone, molded by the austere hand of adversity
moments of utter idleness and insipidity, moods of malicious reaction and vindictive recoil
morn, in yellow and white, came broadening out of the mountains
mumble only jargon of dotage
And, they are all my Ms to repeat mmm…

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Dear Qatreh
you are always fantastics in using wordiness
Wishes
Emma Larson

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