Mark Miller Poet Enclosed Rhyme

In Sickness, In Health

By Mark Miller 11/08/2017

Play of conflict snare trauma 
Beat's drum-head hold drama 
Soulful histrionic perfection 
Behind rear view devotion

Of hostel trap left hours and
Stricken rabble memoirs band
Vowing to love each other  true 
Punching in at chaotic shape hue

Disrobe a hate fueled romance 
In a strange loop  ignorance 
Discovering our nothing invention 
Meeting in chimneys label ashen 

Starring below I send telegram 
To agency Ground Control 
Wonder why so many had to cry
I guess they never got to say goodbye

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Darlene De Beaulieu July 5, 2018 at 12:21 PM Hello Mark Miller I agree they did not have the chance to say good-by. Have a nice day my friend.

Old Buck March 15, 2018 at 10:49 AM Mark: This has a military tone to me. So often those folks ban together, loving each other like family but when its over so often the other family doesn't get to say Good-bye. :o( What ever "your" meaning, thanks for sharing this with all of us on the soup. oldbuck

Silent One March 15, 2018 at 9:01 AM oh a sad poem Mark... always sad when we do not get to say goodbye.. I know from experience..