death
shall
take
her
last breath here
while
sitting quietly
in
the
electric chair
death clears the air

Nothing seems worth writing,
comprehension are in waiting.
I can't figure a significant topic
to express about with simple logic:
'that anything of interest to human
that enthuses a sentimental sound plan'
to express in form of poetic inscription,
for ardent readers to surf as an inspiration.

Poetry writing is the innate gateway
of people possessing an artistic way,
to articulate meaningful situations.
A mere thought of emptiness within,
triggers intimate imaginations to set in.
Such excites the instinctive artful creation
of poems that bring heartfelt fascination.
Thus, come all bards and move the world
with poetry to instill universal accord.

...want M&M's right now!


(sonnet #MMMMMMMCDXIX)


Out where a fragile silence listens, pale
Sweet minutes on their honour as suspense
Hangs like the rick'ty signboard of what hence
Shall cough ere giving voice, yes, in that frail
Calm rain does not quite tiptoe through t'avail,
The voiceless naught is keenly for intents
Half harking to what we don't hear from thence
In all our haste to be, I search for bail.
Old pools of water, silver-faced, don't stir,
And crickets gently fiddle; cars pass through,
Truck sans a care, weeds look too yellow to
Be ransomed, and the eaves drip.  Oh, what were
We thinking, really?  Death knocks 'gain in tour
Yet we feign not to notice.  Ah, what's new?

30Sep18a