Will I ever be lucky
and learn how to live
can I grasp the importance
of living to give?
Could I ever be lucid
enough to relent
this liking for lyrical
lines of lament?
And when will I listen
so I might detect
the lilting allusions
my longings project?
Should I loosen the lanyard
to litter the deck
or lustfully loop it
around my own neck?
Can I launch limitations
that lessen my pay?
I'm cheerfully leery
but leaning that way.
Are You Reading Me?
6 comments:
Same thoughts are had
By this lad
As that noose gets tighter
Be nice if things were lighter
But then not sure I could take the leap
As I'm in too deep
Great carriage of consonants throughout.
Also: fifth stanza, clever stuff.
i think you should go for it--go for your dreams--love it
wow. Well done, considering you used a lot of Ls. Looking forward to your M poem!
Bravo! This is a very fluid string of images you've created here! ;-)
Just passing though, on the blog-hop - happy A-Z'ing!
SueH I refuse to go quietly!
I'm lucky you like my littany :-D
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