Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Haggled

Each day anew I fancy gains
while shrugging on these comfy chains
which help restrain what fight remains

but shining facets dazzle more
than any labored metaphor
a novice blade could underscore.

Beneath a sky as gray as I
myopic misconceptions ply
their tawdry veils before my eye

with livid shades that slowly scar
the fleeting gift to see afar
beyond this overwrought bazaar.

1 comment:

_Soulless_ said...

Your skill in utlizing, in meshing content and rhyme, merits my utter respect for and appreciation of your poetry. ^_^ I especially adored the third and fourth stanzas of this piece. Ingenious.