Metaphors

Work on the words that best attest To fling what's heard in buzz and fest. The magic curve of savvy poise Astounds the nerves in piquant voice. String in good time that arch and rhyme To tangle chimes in mystic mime. Swing play and plot in vibrant surge As worth allots the flames that merge. Incline your ears on sonic stay For what you hear clusters your sway. The mood of wit is feisty jest Where bubbling bits sojourn with quest. Upon this hill of weary wants Lie frozen wills that once did chant. In fleeting ways the dying rays Construct new day as anguish slays. So much of pain that binds and grips To sound again such morbid trips. Savour fond peace in massacre Where death brings ease in sure acres. Run along now to fit odd parts As bleak know-how unclogs lame art. Too soon, too late the burning pyre As blazing gates crash that strange fire. Morbid the face of fear that steers With loss of grace that straddles here. Myriad the booze that wants to drown That cryptic ooze where reason frowns. Here wants and needs dance fragile poise As if to heed that fatal noise. Then one by one, the corpses pile In death well done in ghastly wiles. So much to say but time forfeits The sparkling day with blind conceit. So less seems more in matters tight Where tragic spores stalk through the night. Leon Enriquez 23 June 2015 Singapore