Searching the Lost and Found
I write for me, my sanity
poetry is liberty
red ink bleeds on varnished pages
lost to ancient learned sages
sober, I often write
questioning wrong from right
mirrored in my reflection
absorbed by introspection
inner search deliberation
mind jogging flagellation
infatuated consternation
meandering to destination
pen on page sweet release
quill and scroll inner peace
truth is found in fantasy
reality masked by comedy
my poetry with piercing pulse
lyric lines betray impulse
metered yes or perhaps not
rules unlearned I’ve forgot
thoughts unfold casting lots
gardens grew forget-me-nots
ambiance sacred spots
scripts unfurl Gordian knots
I held the key that sheared a lock
broke chains turned back the clock
a Phoenix rose from arid sand
to burn Satan’s clutching hand
Copyright © Howard Manser | Year Posted 2020
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