Such swings the Muses' wail
to him that laxly trail
and her too, prone to frail
when we are out of jail
with truly turgid tongues
singing sourly sweet songs.
A sense and some music
comedy and tragic
of a form in a flow
dangling on minds as snow
on a smooth sloping roof
it's just gobbledygook.
Categories:
laxly, art, feelings,
Form: Alexandrine
I forgot.
When was it
the word withered
the phrases fled?
When did vigilance for the lines
crumble laxly into the air.
Was it when I, unfaithful
to my craft, forgot to work;
in nonchalance to practice;
lost nose to the grindstone.
I thought, poetic as I was,
the majestic write would
upon me light like
pollen in the breeze.
Write it down, when it comes.
I'll bet that's what Dr. Seuss did.
Kathryn Collins
May 8, 20016
Categories:
laxly, motivation,
Form: Free verse
Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided into my laxly life when destiny had me indolently undone.
Into my life you filled love when my fate on a platter offered me bliss trifling,
Niftly you surreptitiously left my antedated heart airless and stifling,
Gusts of malevolence vent out with arcane sprite, oh! these esoteric rifling.
Your comely face now seems to me an abhorrative visage,
Our bonds of love bleed venom from the punctured heart, painful seepage.
Urns of sorrow, my eyes grieve tormented, wailing tears toil to turn a new page.
Moan for you ever, my throbbing heart and forlorn soul,
Youth of my life spent with blood shot eyes akin burning charcoal.
Lost in fond love without you beside me, now and hear,
Over and over again teeming with your thoughts I shed many a tear.
Volcanic emotions erupt, as evoke memories of making scalding love,
Ecstatic desires drive me insane, but I live on like a lonesome mourning dove.>
Categories:
laxly, lost love, life, me,
Form: Acrostic