Sunday, November 10, 2013

Rhymes that do not rhyme

The strangest of weights
Of long away and far ago

reduced to poetic ineptitude
hiding behind a haze of indecipherables

a web of words that would much rather sit mute in a theatre
watching play upon play
of lives that are lived in clear sight

of rhymes that do not rhyme
of poems that do not sense make
lost moorings, unknown ports of call

of endings ending
i picture a limestone cliff
lemming territory
great white waves

a grey sky
the wind, the wind
a gust to break the fall.

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