i suppose,
i must, i must, i must,
go forth, go forth,go forth,
into this brave day.
but know this, truly,
i crave, i crave, i crave,
to stay, to stay, to stay,
alone, here away from,
the maddening crowd,
at play, at play, at play,
too loud, too loud, too loud,
for my disconcordant mind.
if i had
my way, my way, my way,
i would hide,
away,away away,
over there
with books, with books,
with books
and uninterrupted solitude.
but my lot is such,
that a hermit,
i am not!
nor most days,
want to be.
but,today, today,today,
the words penned above
make up my mind's
clockwork soliloquy.
please let me hide
my face, my face, my face.
in this peaceful
place, place, place,
just til i catch my,
breath, breath, breath.
napo wrimo day 23
prompt; i did n't feel comfortable(at all) with today's prompt ... to use a foriegn language poemΒ Β and write a verse utalizing the sounds the words made.
(for me it was disrespectful to the beauty and intent of the writers words)
so i give you this instead..
i have not written in this style before.
so it did stretch the poetry in flight wings.