Unsung words

-

I ‘pate

to lift

the weight

in my

whole

its,

comical

how steadily

we outgrown

cloth clothed us

from onset

maybe

circumstances

environment

overtly,

sedately

and seductively

create

a-self

from

self.

 

 

 


Comments

Anonymous said…
not observing the rule of concord, i guess that is a style that balances with the theme of the piece.
June 13, 2020 at 6:34 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

For Poetry

-
Image
 "The world is a garden of thorns - some of thorns, some of flowers." The world is a domain of choice.  For you to choose between thorns and flowers. The feeling of feel and life. The world is a heap of mixture. Of you and I. Of hates and loves. Of locks and embraces. Of illusion and reality. Of pierces and repairs. Of things common and uncommon. Of poetry and prose. Of silences in lullabies. and of living for this day and more.  Happy International Poetry Day.
Read more

THE THINGS WE LIVE WITH

-
there are things that are more important than a cliché desire. things that act as support system things that thrill us even when a nexus is absent things that give us succour, peace, hedge, life, things that appeal to our whole things that sustain and give us stamina things that reveal our dexterity things that render us responsible things that lift us things that upgrade us things that qualify us things that would always be there even when all is shaky things we put first even before what you call love things that define us  and when this thing crumbles everything about us crumbles then the anger spurs us to be better.
Read more