Counterbalancing Self
I found her in absent withdrawal
A study of confusion and nerves
Countermanding the calm exterior
Presented to face the day
Hand applied radiance
Giving her face a glow
While the eyes struggled
To balance minds overflow
I heard her in a sing song voice
greeting others beginning their day
Years of tutelage shoving forward
Presented to face the day
The rhythm a mishmash
Of blues and skipped beats
While feet moved ever forward
Sturdy, ever denying defeat.
I saw her in bits and pieces
When I, myself, had hit a wall
Mirrored glances chased my vision
Presented to face the day
I watched her stumble
Yet never quite fall
And wished for her balance
So I, too, could stand tall
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Categories:
countermanding, conflict, courage, image, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Scintillating muse providing inspiration
Jettisoning convention for innovation
Scuttling old patterns without expiation
Countermanding discourse with new creation
Alternating rhythms for lofty oration
Imbuing myths with crafty animation
Ennobling verse with majestic simulation
Abridging meter with stimulating catechization
Utilizing parody to intensify gratification
Brandishing riddles with crafty illusion
Burnishing irony in stunning profusion
Instilling prose with deeper alliteration
Suddenly, faltering in my bridled station
Confronted by seamless repetition
Disrobed of all callous pretension
Jaundiced at my mindless ambition
Reconsidered sages merited position
Re-read Homer, Virgil with more appreciation
Studying Shakespeare became new avocation
Bequeathing to the ancient bards greater approbation
Categories:
countermanding, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme