My passion is the burning rocket
that flames back into
my memory coming through
the burning, burning, burning
instead, I uncovered the fire
and the bomb which never
crashes is still carnival,
still carnival there was
a flammable whip and
so you came gently knocking.
Copyrighted by: Abstract Poet
I haven't heard this poetry before
Line by Line Poetry I had to try this.
It was easy to write one of these
I think I might write more of these.