Kim Van Breda Poet Free verse

The Outsider

THE OUTSIDER
(Reflections of a poet)

breaking away from life’s thousand ties
the only connection remaining lies
imprinted in my mind’s eye
inscribed

in finishing another poem
my heart returns to flesh from stone
my soul—a tiny spec my tutor
in every sunrise sunset or regret
potential composition suitor

thoughts I fight while fast asleep
on waking become words deep
burning aircrafts float above blue skies
as if a firefly and spider fight
bodies fall and burn 
as breezes touch their glow
staining the white of a clear dawn
they make a blaze as people gaze
happy like amused clowns
as blood is bleached and
horror turns to words
fools furrowed foreheads hang
as wooden hollow  targets clang 


So….

a situation of ethics
before it happens to me
 I cannot break free
from stories not yet ended
I merely close the door
perhaps soon there will be
something more

Thus…
reader please pass this on
Don’t waste your precious time
On bad prose and murdered
Rhyme
What was before my inner core
Is no concern of yours

Or….

read it quickly as you run
grasp the message and be done
and just in case you miss it
I will try to make it explicit

DO I HOLD YOUR ATTENTION?
DO YOU COMPREHEND?
CAN YOU RESPOND?

Please evaluate the POEM… not the POET
when done    
                        
© Kim van Breda—13 December 2014

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