John Lawless Poet Verse

in retrospect

In retrospect
I often whisper
To words cast upon a sea
Of turgid thought
Struggling within
The borderless confines
                                     …Of poetry


I let them out to play each day
Knowing some will drift away
Others wait in silent queque
Unsure of what to say, or do
Some mock the Rugby scrums
Snarling mice in search of crumbs


Oh, those words I can’t recall
That stood their ground
Just wouldn’t fall
Now come back to haunt my dreams
New brushes can’t undo old scenes


For words are but a scribbler’s tools
Etching thoughts of wisdom’s fools
Upon the hearts of passing pawns
Encased in a mist of breaking dawns

John G. Lawless
©11/20/2025

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Joe Maverick November 25, 2025 at 9:31 AM In the sacrosanct of retro-view, theres Many a word, i'm telling you.' That often has another, space varied Timbr'e in a lexicons tangled grace.' In visiting both I..And them release and Enliven the observant pen.' That in scratches, slight ' ROARS OUT OFT TIMES ' In prose, in verse..Or rolling rhymes.'

sara Etgen-Baker November 22, 2025 at 4:56 PM fantastic! Your descriptive words made this poem feel so real. Faving

Hilda Greenhough November 20, 2025 at 8:50 PM I like this poem since it describes words, lost and found. And those few that are stuck in thoughts, no doubt partying too much to appear. Poetry seems to unite those who desire expression.