Intuition
 

 
Moonlit color-man
on mountain pinnacle;
an emotional implanter.
So close,
closer.
I uncrumple on impact
to rise in sun,
to lament in rain
our immortal reunion;
lost,
spent in time.
An unmolten pantomime,
an unromantic companion.
More so,
a poetical ailment.



artwork: allposters.com


written for tinyteddy's find a word -make poem challenge
(PNEUMONOULTRAMICROSCOPICSILICOVOLCANOCONIOSIS)

By softsmiles

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