Sometimes an idea just exhausts itself prematurely. Here are a few poems that started but lost their way at some point. Or maybe they’re as long as they need to be. No matter – just a couple of thoughts expunged from my frazzled brain.
Adventures Afar
Adrift along the reeds that wove
Their tendrils on the silver cove,
A stranger stood aghast and mused
Upon the paths pursued.
A fright of fear and fraught with worry
Or be it optimistic flurry
Hurries on impatient wing
Bound for home or foreign fling?
Burnout
Carnival of fear and gloom
Impose a sense of threatening doom.
Pendulum swing, pull down the clock
Who’s mangled heartless time hands mock.
This behaviour just is not you,
But you just want to feel something new.
A futile call to bring forth the end
Of saddened wasted time you spend.
Blue Day Bright Night
Stand outside the sun is stale,
At night the moon is lush.
The days are long, my heart wails
But darkness brings calm hush.
Autumn
Dead Leaves shed from skeletal trees.
And from clear skies a chilling breeze.
Storm clouds gather, it’ll snow soon
Under the eye of the Autumn moon.
Insomniac’s Fire
Angels ignite a large white fire,
Luminous over the swamp struck mire,
Where decaying dead possess an outlook so dire.
Screaming as they burn in the pyre.
December 32nd
It’s December 32nd
And the new year never came.
The old is out to beckon
For all things to stay the same.
P.S.Clinen 