Youthful folly


Speed is all one man's view can reckon with
in times of continuous aftermath.

Wild offsprings in unholy conjunction
with seraphs and other winged fantasies
unfurl their youthful uncertainties
in days without further ado.

Must this precious focus we name "our days"
always be caught in mid sentence
just before the bubble bursts?

I drop my leaded invoice at the gate
hoping there will be no further debacle
at the closing of the night.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-04-20 at 21:14

Tags Folly  Seraph  Bubble 

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I got caught up with the thought of the "continuous aftermath"....
that concept just spoke volumes upon volumes without need for any more words.

The choice of words have an affinity to two earlier poems that I wrote on a different theme. I feel your use of these has a better flow and seamless fusion within the poem itself.

Bravo!
2006-04-21