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The Critic Expansive dreams grow wild:words are drowned in verbosity. (Firing up the appetency for acceptance.) I cast a dream catcher for thosespecial words with an iridescence angle. Critics with their parochial musings,Have: your fractiousness asDistasteful, with their laconic smirks. What do they know,What do they know. by Robin McNamara © 2020

Dead Sail You ghosted across thewaters with a dead,windless sail/silently through the stillnessof unbroken waters.Navigating your waywithout/stars nor compass,towards sirens uponbroken shores of rocksof a promised harbor.Temptress played her flute,sailor boy’s mermaidscome calling. by Robin McNamara © 2019

Frost’s Pen The weirdness ofWeirdest of suchUnaccountable thingsIn life/ like you the thingthat sways the penof my darkest heartTo make it bleed the poetryI write/ while at nightsleep is forsaken/the pen had taken thepage less read/ and thatMade the difference. by Robin McNamara © 2019

Afflatus The cryptic mindIn the mazeIn the labyrinthOf lavender scented pines. A kaleidoscope of coloursBut in shades of grey. The blind man seesWhat the deaf man hears. By the rounded squareIn a hexagon shaped pearUnder the winter treesFilled with blooming life. The passion fruitWith a hint of limeDangled on cherry lips.I eyed the skies above.Continue reading “Afflatus”