Sunday, August 14, 2011

Wordle #16 - White House of Hell

White House of Hell

Rusty prophets swept in last month
Foaming spittle, anticipation of the hunt
Morning rose tender with promise
And fate blew its seductive kiss
Soon the walk of talk stumbled and fell
Sun set on the white house of hell
Cement buckled and the veil shred
Torments of greed’s lusty bed
Take notes clearly dear people
Of the crawling scars in yonder steeple


  1. A timely piece, Donna. I love how it reads. Thanks for reading and commenting on my site, it is much appreciated. I have been busy, and it is taking me some time to get around to reading other poems. Aah, life!


  2. Great rhythm and use of contrast, Donna, and an excellent use of the wordle words.