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Fiber Flower
Calico baby
My sweet obsessed dream
Calliope honey
dew drips from your seams
Rock with the wood swing
Swing from the trees
Your youth is my muse
The prisoner's me
Calico baby
Plain and serene
Calliope honey
Draped wildly
Posed on the marble
lost in your thoughts
dew drips from your lips
Sweet air you don't breath
Calico baby
Come home to me
Calliope honey
The Magpies won't sing
They wait for you now
Perched on your tree
soft now they hear it
Dead poetry
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"...Perched on your tree/soft now they hear it..." A fine example of caesura (the natural gap or pause between phrases). I enjoyed the poems cadence ~ Allets
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I'm glad you enjoyed it, Lady A. Hard to capture smooth cadence in every poem, it comes and it goes. Thanks for the read!
Let your teeth show