It's hard to grow up.
As beetle on sill
Pages turn
Like reading yet to understand
Doors creak open
And shut
As life's convoluted melody
Weaves with.
Cat, how do you slumber?
Dramatic ruff folded sedentary.
How does one be still
With all waves restless?
As the touch of key can sing
So does life's tempo roll through endlessness.
Slow breeze lulls the sprightly emerald song
And births crying bairn of brown and grey-
Cursed, wicked is twist of limb
That springs as gale strong.
Do the clouds care?
Likely not.
Still they limn blade and boll
With strangling moan of gray.
Twirling, leaf is absent from its' scarred spine
Like child from mother, each forgets,
Grasp of nourishing hand is repealed.
Poetry by Inchworm
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Written on 2007-09-09 at 20:03
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All Waves Restless
Life trods onAs beetle on sill
Pages turn
Like reading yet to understand
Doors creak open
And shut
As life's convoluted melody
Weaves with.
Cat, how do you slumber?
Dramatic ruff folded sedentary.
How does one be still
With all waves restless?
As the touch of key can sing
So does life's tempo roll through endlessness.
Slow breeze lulls the sprightly emerald song
And births crying bairn of brown and grey-
Cursed, wicked is twist of limb
That springs as gale strong.
Do the clouds care?
Likely not.
Still they limn blade and boll
With strangling moan of gray.
Twirling, leaf is absent from its' scarred spine
Like child from mother, each forgets,
Grasp of nourishing hand is repealed.
Poetry by Inchworm
Read 483 times
Written on 2007-09-09 at 20:03
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