Angela Crabtree Poet Rhyme

Feeling Disenchanted

I'm bored and there's relief from it
that's just the way I feel
my eyes are addle I admit
a plight I won't conceal

Listlessness is visible
this is the reason why
this town's a mirrored tinsel
with a platinum color dye

You're jaded and mishandled
and your insights all but bleak
your voice is clearly stifled
I tune it out each time you speak

Maybe I need to leave the suburbs
with lawns of fake green hues
oblivious to rounded curbs
I dream of urban views

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Michael Degenhardt June 27, 2008 at 5:20 AM Such a smooth read, the flow and rhyme are perfect, but a sad read as it conveys the need for change or more for the subject. Wonderfully written though! Michael

Kristin Reynolds June 27, 2008 at 3:23 AM Very original view of your world...all I have around me here is forest, mountains and rivers..but sometimes I really dream of the city! sigh...mixing it up sometimes is good for the soul. Well written, Ivy. :) Kristin