Miscellaneous Poetry 2018
(Blank Verse)
Shadow of Sin
Redeeming oneself seems to be fiction.
Personal history lingers and creeps
for the nonce into the mind’s daily thoughts.
Pretending your transgressions don’t endure,
they are the shadows lurking behind you.
Mild words or images trigger the past,
pervading your life with unending pain,
slinging sordid sins back to the present.
There is no escape nor honest refuge,
Absolution’s an allowance unseen.
Summer 1995
Mutilation of metal leads to
a casket on wheels,
captured amid shards of jagged glass
and torrid steel.
Arousing anguish,
aching to be taken home
to slide into bed…
sleep it away instead
to narcotic sedation,
inundated by re-enactments
of his mindless mistake.
(Limerick)
Nespresso
Oh! Nespresso, I so adore thee
And the bounty of the honeybee.
Honey-Cinnamon latté
A sweet break in the day
Many thanks to Switzerland’s Nestlé.
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