Poem- "Mother's Tongue on Ice"

By Elliot Moore from London, England - Shadow People, CC BY-SA 2.0, Link
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Mother’s Tongue on Ice

Return by demand through a case to save

More lives on additional orders with fever,

When the sky in your blood makes kissing face

Over holiday price like one angry beaver:

Voices on her silver blow away shadows

From my visualized hat in these black horse dreams,

Thus I evict our reservation on casual voyage

By show wrapping orange box reams;

Again there’s value type to soft tail just

As electrifying cross for lights north up green,

When extended returns towards Swiss dragons

Keep time in few windows near quiet black knights seen.

*I wrote this in unison with my television, which gave me ideas.  The poem is an exaggeration of my family life because I’ve studied various kinds of Spanish literature.  I like this poem because it has new ideas that sound like old conversations.  I just get that feeling, you know?  

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