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Cry Sebastian
Poems
Jan 2010
The Secret Chord
The broken mold lies screaming with hopelessness,
its purpose lost-
the clay has discarded the form the artist wanted to emulate.
The mistake,
the fault,
the glitch,
warped from the copy to become an original-
not as desired or required,
but having a will of its own.
To realise the dream,
is to satisfy the itch.
To wake from the dredge
is the Life on the edge.
The fault of finding freedom from frigidity.
Spectacular views are seen when you wake from the dream
and the colours scream like coffee and cream
Laugh at the imagery,
the cardboard cutout words strung together like sweet christmas decorations.
Fall in the pool
like a funny bunny cartoon.
Be the sad clown for one more noisy day-
and while you're at it:
brush a giraffes teeth.
Smile at the dreary monotony
and greet the ever grey sky
like a buzzy nook not.
Written by
Cry Sebastian
Hanover
(Hanover)
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