scrawl not the forced rhymes
scattered dots of chaos be aligned,
full of fancy words so mellifluous,
do not make a poet smile
poets are easy to fall in
poets are easy to fall with
melange of metaphors of changing times,
be it pain or its lessening or love
row the boat in shallow waters may be
the wood, the oars though unavailing
curse not the treacherous oceans then
but lament the boat why not it moving
grooving a trail in muck-mush of steps
dragging the rising weight of sunsets
blow out the candle, sweetheart, be it dark
kiss me with your blank verses
when it all fails and fall
@Written Frames, 2019
I wish not to believe in existence of easy paths, but to survive if ever scathed.
Glorious. Simply glorious.
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Thank you Bill.. ❤
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My pleasure!
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I found myself reading this piece out loud; several times.
The rhythm grabs, and though you taunt with the unrhyme the balance of rhyme is very pleasing indeed….. and to the flowing stanzas I happily succumb. Somehow I am remembering how first I was drawn to your blog.
So thank you for instilling my evening with your alluring creativity.
It’s a beautiful write my dear… ❤️
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Thank you Diana, my dearest! ❤ ❤
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Beautiful.
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Hugs from India. Thank you! ❤
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Terrific piece, S!
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Glad to receive this, dear Kunal.
Thank you ❤
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This is such a powerful writing! Glad I came across this!
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