Saturday, September 30, 2006

Lost Cause

My being is a tangle
of unfulfilled desire
a cobweb left to dangle
upon a blackened pyre
where ardent avatars have lain
consumed by zealous fire
the remnants of a lost campaign
predestined to expire.

8 comments:

Shirley said...

Nice flow. Get untangled and start woking on fulfilling those desires. Nothing is predestined...it only appears that way I think. Ya gotta make it happen! See Ya, Shirl

rch said...

sure

writerwoman said...

I have mentioned this poem at PWB. Thanks for being on our blogroll.

crimsonflaw said...

sighs my friend.....sighs.. many of them.....this one sent me away on a journey....beautiful poem you ve written

Nathan said...

Nice use of meter and rhyme. Vivid images -- good work

Fenny said...

great rhyme and choice of words

one more believer said...

..came for a vist from pwb..somehow those last two lines made me feel all better.. why, i do not know...

mariacristina said...

A delicate poem of our delicate existence. Nice to read your poem, saw it on PWB.