Nuance of Human Bondage

NUANCE OF HUMAN BONDAGE When I felt the emptiness of the barren landscape, verdant imagination turning into dead wood I looked through the aperture of hope at my life’s kaleidoscope I built with care. Its motif did attest I had a proclivity toward telling stories of life in lucid verse. So when I decided I should write the saga of my life I was surprised at my audacious temerity for I believed poets are born poets and I was not. But I had felt how love blossoms in the heart and how often it breaks. I had seen how grown up chicks fly away from nest and the bird often breaks the wings. So when age is now buckling the spine I spurt the shrinking marrow to spark the creative neurons so they could construct a muse in my brain, help me write an anthology on my tryst with destiny, on my life spanning the nuance of human bondage. October 30, 2018