hope …
dismay
heaven, hell
gods, mortality … love
all live within us
we create our own realities
and we dwell there …
oh, we are taught the tools for life -
the skills we use to SHAPE that actuality,
but we construct it to the
dimensions and perspectives we
find most acceptable -
most apposite to our path,
and build walls around it as necessary …
I …
(despite contrary inclinations)
have allowed a choice few
to breach that moat -
a trestle, ladder, kiss,
warm promise in my ear -
only to find poison on their lips
mirrors in their gaze
and a rusted edge called ‘goodbye’
with which to cleave my
endlessly credulous …
nature.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, May 11, 2024
Categories:
odic, analogy, break up, creation,
Form: Free verse
By any other name what is in a name prosody Rosa Dee the sweet voices arise in Consonance assonance resonance Renaissance you see being reborn by the word frequency colorfully resurrected euphoric euphony your flowing down along the Dee an Irish sea without life the screams of cacophony cantos of Muirghein the queens nightmare winds of change blow upon the wordy mare but the word in question rhimes with prosody so you see to alliterate the marrying sounds honest dissonance choosing rather to write it down nomadiclly poeticlly phonetically as Rosa Dee instead harboring to the odic glottis lotus within hours hope to see a singing laughing flower
Categories:
odic, funny, history, on writing
Form: Free verse