Juggle
At late hours I sit,
Silence hurls calm wit;
Shadows hurry sit.
Sanguine words emerge,
Quiet time in still surge;
Juggle with blank urge.
Odd the awkward feel,
Strange verse rhymes frame thrill;
Watch how stern lines peel.
Tragic feel now leaps,
As tentacles grip;
Passage of lost trip.
Drama can feel lame,
Token in dead blame;
Edgy with good name.
Know that hallmark brand,
Words echo once grand;
Fret with you my friend.
Weary hours spill time,
Nothing much to rhyme;
Sketches of strange mime.
Leon Enriquez
02 October 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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