Sunday, February 5, 2017


image from pixabay dot com

Big brother can envision blood of hopelessness
Tempest brews in coffee mug
Only cause its still morning, not yet noon
When shadows line up something gets lost
Can self be found in pouting lips of curls and whey
Man Friday, Man Friday, where art thou
Lost voices cry, in sand, of beach,
Like wilted discoverers
DRIFTWOOD © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Flash 55 PLUS!
Challenged by Kerry O'Connor : to Write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS. We were also given the optional plus to use words and phrases from the novel 1984 by George Orwell.

English translation of the song HERE