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Confusion, disillusion, intrusion, conclusion,
Such is life’s ever-changing, smiling face
Ferocity, atrocity, generosity, velocity,
A whirlwind of emotions, a fate you can't erase.
Alienation, fascination, cancellation, race-relation,
Seeking understanding, longing for a deeper connection.
Enduring, procuring, assuring, alluring,
In this journey of life, we keep pressing on in every direction..
Oh, the human experience, so vast yet inclusive,
In our hearts and in these words, so often abusive.
Love and loss, expanding happiness but at what cost
An ode to the souls whose hearts are dead in the frost
So now, let us dive into this mosaic of time,
As words entangle with rhythm, they dance and they rhyme.
In the footsteps of The Great Ezra Pound, we shall tread,
Exploring the depths of human nature and those things left unsaid.
Each line, a voice searching for meaning and light,
Encased in a prism...imprison our vision execution on site.
Fragmentation of what is acceptable become non-traditional forms,
Bring forth the essence of revolt and oppression to our culture decided before we were born.
Four beats, then three, alternating in sound,
Like the beating of hearts, a pulse can be found.
From stanzas to verses, the story unfolds,
As we delve into tales of the brave and the bold.
Love, oh love, the sweetest of all emotions,
Loss, a bitter pill, causing commotion.
Adventures untold, mysteries to be unraveled,
In this narrative poem, our souls are easily traveled.
With equal number of words per line, we play,
Crafting a symphony, calling words to obey.
Each phrase, carefully chosen and placed,
Leads us through journeys, with wonder and grace.
Culture, politics, and inhuman plight,
Are the threads that hold this poem fastened together so tight.
With fervent strokes, we paint scenes so grand,
A reflection of the world, where we all stand.
Confusion, disillusion, intrusion, conclusion,
Love, loss, adventure, life’s grand illusion.
In this narrative poem, we embrace it all,
And now through four beats and three, we answer the call.
Copyright ©
Shaun Anderson
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