Open Poetry #41 |
Rage On The Road Of Life |
poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China |
Hypnotic daydreams in oil slick mists The wheel has become unhinged Swaying and bowing in the cool spring breeze Melancholy moods are dressed in suits A heart worn upon a chain falls from a broken clasp Or was it from a feeble grasp Either way the drum still reproduces its eccentric love The pitter-patter of caterpillars cross the zebra's stripes One of our suits has turned from yellow to red Yet all the eyes see is green No mariachi band is playing Nor was there a break in the reception Out suit sees no caterpillars upon the zebra's back Now these fuzzy faces have stained the zebra's spine A red hue is now visible Our suit's melancholy mood has returned Supposedly, all is right with the world. Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Or was it from a feeble grasp Either way the drum still reproduces its eccentric love Very lovely! You write very well, the grip of melancholy is deeply felt. Love, Margherita |
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