Melody
Here on the edge on the mad verge,
A snapping ledge as words emerge.
Clear as old fears in plain worry,
A passage dear that binds folly.
Hear the hoarse sounds that pound around,
A common ground for thoughts unsound.
Heap odd troubles with crippled mind,
A fine double as crazy finds.
Odd this preview of slimy rot,
A fancy stew of crimson plot.
Dance with the wind and toss that fear,
A surprise win to find glimpse dear.
Sit still to see what sight fails well,
A hint to be so soul can tell.
Play is the prize that zest knows best,
A timeless slice of ample fest.
Pray if you must to gather wit,
A truth to trust in mellow fit.
So bit by bit a tune most strange,
A sure poise sits to utter range.
Feel memory dance melody,
A fantasy of comedy.
Think of the times when mad things rhyme,
A surreal mime wrought in quaint chimes.
Here on the verge of pique this urge,
A poignant merge of comic purge.
Leon Enriquez
18 April 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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