Staccato Poems - Poems about Staccato

To hang your head in shame for past that feeds the thoughts you cannot tame, rehashing deeds. ‘Look up! Look up!’ at blinding light; His Grace: display of awful* might. Relentless worldly worry brings you low. Look up at blessings He on you bestow. The world we might have seen through narrow lens could make us very keen to jump the fence. ‘Keep...

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Symbols crashing on each side of the head; One side magnificent, the other side, dread, Violins play their calming current, Bass and Cello raise anxious annulment My caller is happy, but he carries both dire and grand news, Someone precious, in trying to lose Lose his youth, and play his own symphony fine, By leaving his home a new conductor to find. And...

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Hi, it's me... what? ..say again No.. ok ..maybe tomorow: I'm fine with that.. no, no, ...really! why do you ask.. of course I will.. you know I do why? ..you ...

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Sometimes I think you can hear The raging tide in my chest Sending waves to my throat. Do you see them crest at my wrist? Plunge, recede, and plunge again - Your undertow has sucked me in. Like skipping stones over water, My staccato heart is lost at sea. No metronome can tame it. No borrowed breath can save it....

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Surly songs Played by hungry men Plucking staccato roots Spotted chords of dried dearth Cleansed in strummed pots of boiling verse...

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