If Thunderbolts Clinch and Pinch My Gold
If streams of my dreams should screech to a halt
Inside a smart heart gone stone cold
Enabling losses, mosses and tosses to unleash the thunderbolt
That with no iota of care clinches and pinches my gold
In addition to writing off prospects of recovery
From a bruising encounter I deem harsh
And if my heart should make the discovery
That scratches from a branch of love should smash
Points of view held dear and clear in my avatar
I’d beg to excuse fuses grown short
In contests driving a harsh bargain on a far flung star
Whose flight should crush every effort
I muster to master emotions swirling and whirling inside
My heart whose beats betray the certainty
That the future no longer cossets the pride sauntering astride
Past and present, hope and despair, humility and vanity
I should gladly fly my clout and doubt docket
Away from the business as usual model
To reinvent and reengineer my love rocket
And glide, ride and slide slowly but surely to the citadel
Where my sanity free of a stricture straitjacket
Should direct and resurrect immense possibilities
To recover the gold stolen from folds of the jacket
Stalking veneers and facades whose fragilities
Awaken the sleeping lions whose roar
Breaks the autonomy and monotony
Discernible from the unexpected uproar
My riposte raises in protest against gregarious gluttony.
Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018
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