the cost
of
'a post-strophe fee'
is a pouted heart
placed in parentheses
(yet still on that ledge:)
1.
like the tail of a kite
caught on a wire
or high branch of a tree
waiting to be eased off
and breezed out
free
it hangs upside down
seeing *'everything'
tipsy-style
as its force is slow-drained
2.
this apostrophe
is
the mere tail-end
of a dragon
(in a pit of exhaustion)
dragged in deepest-red ink
leaving an inimitable trail
with emphasis on sincerest care
brackets are just (two curves)
which jealously guard
all what lies inside
while giving so much
love in indivisible power-curls
3.
better to
let nature runs its course
of rivers flowing
and wild winds
while beetles walk on stones
yet
while trying to make a mark
with missives in the sand
the waves make sure
to wash them all away
best then
to let know
in this now
that some things never die
(it's enough for veracity to flap its weary wings)
4.
flee then
this finest core-duel likely
there's always..maybe
the next now
(all the previous
were not quite squandered
in cold flight
but unexpected loss)
and
no use hiding from one's (own) shadow
for kites will take off
and fly high
in the sun
where shadows have no place to hide
futile wondering
if it really
(has to)
spell
catastrophe
it does not
(it really does not :)
S T. Saturday. 27 July 2013
love gentle breezes.. spelling serenity and whispered kindness on its breathe while being the hopeful envoy of waxless love.
sub-entry: 'Fool To Cry'
Songwriters: Jagger, **** / Richards, Keith
When I come home baby
And I've been working all night long
I put my daughter on my knee, and she say
Daddy, what's wrong?
I put my head on her shoulder
She whispers in my ear so sweet
You know what she says?
Daddy, you're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why.