Even my poems
do not speak eloquence
or a personal soliloquy--
my words lack the lush
and brazen must
that all else seem to speak.
To hold a pearl
is something to behold
a precious mistake
bore into beauty.
I speak muzzled
ideas that are simply
monologues; meant
to only hinge
ideas together.
They do not
let you understand me,
but give a soft or bleak
ensemble of demenor
of someone I've been trying to find.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
Even my poems
do not speak eloquence
or a personal soliloquy--
my words lack the lush
and brazen must
that all else seem to speak.
To hold a pearl
is something to behold
a precious mistake
bore into beauty.
I speak muzzled
ideas that are simply
monologues; meant
to only hinge
ideas together.
They do not
let you understand me,
but give a soft or bleak
ensemble of demenor
of someone I've been trying to find.
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