Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Widening Gyre

Widening Gyre

Classic truths:
The world belongs to love.
Tempest tossed bridges
Ex-spiring in distressed moonlight
try desperately to tell a comforting tale.

Lovers live in tranquil moonlit towers 
supping on light and air resplendent 
of cooing affection. 
Hope, their flowery cygnet, flutters 
about adorably knocking over vased roses, 
antique hummels, nagging arguments. 

Companion in siren or silence 
countervails harsh chemical odors indelicately 
nibbling at what could have been your core? 
Who am I, mere cynic, to want you 
to believe in unmendable foundations 
when all that can be done 
is give in to grief?

May 19, 2010

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