Silence of the Poem

From the twist and swirls of words within, poetical odes are in their sudden rendering. Contrasted with once a masters mighty whim, part of a hearts desire caught meandering. While the words are hence ever lasting, resounding between a fixed earthen chime. Passes on the outer brims casting, hoping for a message from the sublime. Amid constant whirring musical din, assassinated in its illogical prime. Silence of the poem can never win, buried beneath impetus words of no rhyme. Never again fronting one collective ending, thwarts patience in awaiting primitive prose. Unintentional in its mediocre greeting, left here for us, worn as a tattered rose. Where structure and art are left defining, such rules of written English are condoned. Exceptional poets drift toward reminding, when gleaned, most opted words are intoned. Belabored gist, words randomly falling, jotted on the thinnest sheet of rice. lightly flung about in the installing, mutiny condoned at the intelligent poets price.