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.
Are You Reading Me?
Are You Reading Me?
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
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ReplyDeleteI have mentioned this poem at PWB. Thanks for being on our blogroll.
ReplyDeletesighs my friend.....sighs.. many of them.....this one sent me away on a journey....beautiful poem you ve written
ReplyDeleteNice use of meter and rhyme. Vivid images -- good work
ReplyDeletegreat rhyme and choice of words
ReplyDelete..came for a vist from pwb..somehow those last two lines made me feel all better.. why, i do not know...
ReplyDeleteA delicate poem of our delicate existence. Nice to read your poem, saw it on PWB.
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