she tells me how my touch is deft -
scribes lightly through the morning haze
pedestrian within the fog
traversing nights transpire days
your shouting shatters solitude
it brings me back mortality
ethereal my thoughts to write
these poems' eventuality
a heartbeat muffles crackling lungs
while veins write words upon the breath
and what great privilege given to
the last ones spoken till your death
you find me speaking lyrics to
the harmonies I find in you
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
she tells me how my touch is deft -
scribes lightly through the morning haze
pedestrian within the fog
traversing nights transpire days
your shouting shatters solitude
it brings me back mortality
ethereal my thoughts to write
these poems' eventuality
a heartbeat muffles crackling lungs
while veins write words upon the breath
and what great privilege given to
the last ones spoken till your death
you find me speaking lyrics to
the harmonies I find in you
Juxtaposing simple rhymes and easy meter with a sonnet build - just for funsies. Iambic pentameter escapes me at the moment.
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