a rhyme in time

in the glory of death says so
I find fuel and rebels to go
I find it all funny and turning
like candles and cars burning

I see midnights I see the end
I see streetcars roll and bend
I see trees in a living folly here
where truly nothing avails a tear

seek me here seek me not
this voice still living still hot
it is a matter of a tabled time
of being where no bells can chime

drive my wedge fill my shoe
soon there will be no place to go
sailors falling into the roaring sea
where the I no longer is a me




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-06-10 at 14:48

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is the first of your pieces that rhyme I have read I think. Very good. Full of your usual imagery and your "I" yet again makes an appearance :)
2015-06-11



I love your work Bob it always surprises me in such a charming way.
The rhymes are perfect and it holds tightly to your unique approach:)
So applause Monsieur!
2015-06-10