Wordplay
of the palate’s pigment,
the shade of the flavor;
of the palette’s figment,
the mind of the painter.
of the bulb’s ligament,
that holds together light;
of the bone’s filament,
that wires the flux of life.
of the blackish vertex,
the peak of the sombre;
of the brackish vortex,
the eddy of the salt.
of the north pole’s glazier,
the soul through the ice;
of the window’s glacier,
the cold zone of the eyes.
of the proximity
of that word on my tongue;
of the proxility
that is still yet to come.
In Other Words 
of anything more than this.
of anything more likely than not.
24/01/2011 at 12:44
Neat ^^
25/01/2011 at 13:34
This is brilliant.
Very nicely crafted here.
I like the verse.
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“of the bulb’s ligament,
that holds together light;
of the bone’s filament,
that wires the flux of life.”
25/01/2011 at 19:04
Thank you, Richard.
Of the 5 verses that’s the one I like too.
25/01/2011 at 22:08
“of the north pole’s glazier,
the soul through the ice;
of the window’s glacier,
the cold zone of the eyes.”
I like this…the poem is exceptional.
26/01/2011 at 02:56
Thank you. Very much appreciated 😉
26/01/2011 at 18:49