Poeticanet - Modern Poetry

Sometimes ai dream
bewitched
without stretching the
waells too fine;
and recalcitrance without
a mster tale,
forse! as a Norn
with an index
to her lips
to the ice
that penetrates
her shift.
Now the mistletoe
from the high branch
that cascades tangled
'll be plucked fresh
and hung
in a stick house;
ease in in case
you brush her
momentous
herd,
es fin, es fin.
Lastly, but not now
have the center
be a making;
here is your tongue
nothing aegiscal,
n'as recorded
in some ink.
Now a gap
too thinn
unthought
collapses
be it made
or masterly,
gregarion, mysterium
polishing friendship
with am ash air bow.
Have ai long thoogh
a homely speach would
delay, sa, tarry awhile
stay inside the emerald
speaching
with slurred afixity
an random twine.