A character study done here.
You always liked to stir things up.
Like a washer agitator
You thought your tactics a good touch.
Stirring, stirring until worn out
A good name you just loved to smear.
The fabric ripped, buttons cracked, gone.
Desiring to ruin a nonsuch.
You'd set the trap, you fishhook baiter.
Carrying on life, minutes later
You'll never change, your ways all set.
But sometimes now at life you clutch.
I had hoped you'd change soon, my dear
Doing your service still your waiter
This is actually a Bref Double poetry form but somewhat the same as Quatorzain.
the winter weather mocks our eyes
it is laden like a frost
the city of your imperial dreams flatters
like an ivory jewel
Beware of your creation
taking care it is blue like
bathing in truth
waking into clarity
beyond the prisoning cave
while sleeping
i hear the pitter
but not the patter
that will come later
(how many thought
"latter"? "ladder"? or
"lather"? it doesn't
matter, dreams are
that way, happily
ever after...) but in
nonsuch lets say:
the feet steps of
a little creature
running top my
roof (really just
a squirrel, but lets
say we decided
to use "lather" in
stead):
the sound of drops
perhaps raindrops
since it would
be insane to say
there's a faucet
above my house
but since it's lather
let me finish washing
and massaging my Muse
then get a rubber
should get a rubber
washer first to stop
the dripping drops
that patter and keep
me from getting
a good night's
sleep
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