I seek beauty in rhyme and tense,
The dreams that colors earn-
The roots of my aesthetic sense
Are things I have yet to learn.
To find a hope in reversing thoughts
Means shifting paradigms is a pleasure;
Beliefs striving, fighting and fought
With metaphor in equal measure.
Then! A trick, a shift we weather,
A path down which we fall-
And then you see, its not just me,
Somehow we end up together.
For we sought beauty with rhyme and tense;
Those dreams of they who yearn,
So in defense of aesthetic sense
To those metaphors I will return.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
I seek beauty in rhyme and tense,
The dreams that colors earn-
The roots of my aesthetic sense
Are things I have yet to learn.
To find a hope in reversing thoughts
Means shifting paradigms is a pleasure;
Beliefs striving, fighting and fought
With metaphor in equal measure.
Then! A trick, a shift we weather,
A path down which we fall-
And then you see, its not just me,
Somehow we end up together.
For we sought beauty with rhyme and tense;
Those dreams of they who yearn,
So in defense of aesthetic sense
To those metaphors I will return.
For me - Poetry is a way to explore my sense of beauty. All those who seek and hope to find live in my work. (I hope!)