Serge Comeau Poet Quatrain

The Absence of Presence

Four wheel room, ulter silence
My mind looking,for repentance 
These thoughts, filled with hidrance
Hence over shadowed by nonsense 

I have lost dreams in abundance
And wonder about my existence
And all I ask is a chance
To stop these dreams of penance

I dream, a dead bird at first glance
And i watch it, fall in a religious trance
And started with death a wierd type of romance
Or was it a game? A game of chance

These two fought with remarkable endurance
And the birds soul, started to fade a way in distance
And the body stayed there, as it decays in essence
And that's when it happened, the absence of presence

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Skat A May 6, 2016 at 12:59 AM SERGE, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. ** SKAT

Poet Destroyer A April 24, 2016 at 10:05 AM Serge Comeau, nicely penned. Glad to read your poem today. Luv *LINDA*

Carol Sunshine Brown November 1, 2011 at 6:03 AM Tis the first of November and the day is starting out beautiful. The poetry I am reading this morning is very diverse and should make my whole day enjoyable as I read it. Your hearts are overflowing onto your paper and makes such amazing reading. Thank you for sharing your writing with us Serge. Love, Carol