Thursday, February 16, 2012

to the morning

Night giving way rumage sale deals
day wanders in warm and loud
wild and westward light claws open
skies unmarred new and mint

All abuzz with life and lifeless scurry
obsessive and comatose in hurry.
System and solo souls awake arise
ever old dreams caught hold new

Yet somewhere some set only to sleep
fall from mad insight now humble
lost of passion even eternal hope
deprived in their shattering tumble

Lost to themselves yesterday or tomorrow
There is only joy or sorrow

A poem in the sonnet "Form" if you will.  I am taking and breaking rhyme.  Not sure why i was trying for something western or country and hopeful or happy i guess what is going on clouds.

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