..
this is the (h)our
of our discontent,
the ground zero grim
-ace of our element,
the demon lane of
our road less
traveled. see these
trees? they’ve got a
theory or two i’m
bound to un
-bark, a quark
to discover. a face
to uncover in all
this unstarred full
dark.
our ability to flee
is fading. gear me
up with the right
shoes, the bound
blues of this in
-finite sky. sell
me a bean, a new
scene. a scream.
an old tired dream
nobody’s buying.
hey, buddy. it’s all
fleeting. bleating.
bleeding over edge
and ledge and phrase.
tell her it’s just a
phase, and she’ll
simply wait
for tide.
..
wordled.
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Well done…again!
Thanks for your kind words and visit.
Love these:
the first stanza
“i’m
bound to un
-bark, a quark”
“sell
me a bean, a new
scene. a scream.
an old tired dream
nobody’s buying.”
Love this so much!
Beautiful wordplay in the poem.
This one stood up and danced. Love it!
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
Excellent use of the words. I love your line breaks.
Pamela
I love the second stanza!
The right shoes are essential for the particular journey we have ahead of us..she sounds like a fighter..strong but swift of thought and thought..i have a sense that even though unsettled she will be ok
Love this poem, De, especially that next to last stanza.
i am sure your ability in free verse or theme writing is accepted.
well defined words and thoughts.