Life, aloud it sings with strings
but none know its lay.
Shouting here and there of no help it ensures.
Setting the blink of the microscope across onwards,
The memory of her blocks my skull,
Till almost getting to where our saviour laid,
Minding not her heart of sheep or goat to know.
Talks and walks we celebrate till the D day.
The gloomy and charming all day things are fix,
That reality is not in focus for the absolute love in Toronto.
And this do tell after i do exchange in contract.
Divorce, the best gift in marriage to crown the most celebrated event in our world.
Where had love unconditional gone?
Maybe inside the sixth feet.
The fate of the our singles in doubts that most swim into baby mama.
Be far from me you matrimonial bliss,
This my heart plaints after much thought,
And not fewer than later that it done on me,
The remembrance of the great order "increase and multiply".
With no much to be done,
I set to find and make her rules my world.
Categories:
plaints, allegory, anxiety, break up,
Form: Bio
From downstairs comes an overload
of lies and suppositions
out of Washington. I shut the door
and open up a book of poems
that chip and twitter like hard-
luck sparrows. And underneath
that harmonic line, I tune
in Rodrigo, who plaints guitar
to sing of places no gentler
by the blood that bears us, lung
to brain and hungers. And yet,
more beautiful than this evening’s
news, an elegy of strings.
Categories:
plaints, animals, music, on writing
Form: Free verse