Clanging Silver Poem by Matt Pocock

Clanging Silver

Rating: 4.0


All I own is hurting me
Unknown, unshown, inscribed in me
A picture perfect phantasy
A veil to hide iniquity

Unscrupulous, unconscious bound
It flicks from eye to mouth to sound
The clanging silver, Pence and Pounds
To which our hopes revolve around

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sonny Rainshine 25 April 2008

Perfectly musical and exquisitely rhythmic. Every line sings.

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Matt Pocock

Matt Pocock

Wiltshire, England
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