Without Rhyme
WITHOUT RHYME
Emptiness takes its leave,the symphony
becomes a solo.
From within a dream,euphony to carry
a poem beyond the norm on emotions stream.
Vapours of the morning dew,short lived,held
close,lasting just a moment,yet stay indelible.
I turn experience page, hestitate and dream,
the ephemeral conveying past times illume,
and enfold me in a panorama of stillness.
Fascinating impressions reassemble in
my eye.What can I see?
A literary treasure?
A novel verse?
Inspiration writ loud?
Images..without rhyme.
You may hear me recite this poem(and most of my PS poetry) on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro.
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