Fool’s Gold
A poem about clinging. And then clinging some more.
Seed
Veni vidi vici yes I see
Sages sagely loot hypocrisy.
Avariciously they steal from me
Imbecility and lunacy.
Yes I see and yet I do not see.
Age
Pastel-faces came and made their way
Wayward in their ways they begged to stay.
Fear of death held sway like buds of May
Dreading their decay another day.
Skin to grey and there they quietly lay.
Art
Farther father far the heavens are
Further than the star that lives afar
Farther than the scars in your memoirs
Tearing at our shellfish avatars.
Father far the oysters on the bar.
Pause
Coffins cordon corpses with a law
Stronger than the raw fist bruised across
Sobbing digging gnawing at the loss
Absence drops upon our frigid awe.
Sunsets on the oceans and the ponds.
Sole
Shallow shadow following my glow
Follow me no more now I must go.
Leaving high and low I must forego
Wisdom bent so very long ago.
What I sow is all that I may grow.
Fruit
I flew into the wider blue
I took to root I hurtled through
The wide expanse through which I grew.
The wind it blew but couldn’t undo
What I slew what I saw to be true
Now I break taboo with the wise in our zoo
While the others go bounding like kangaroos.
Hold on little one.
Keep your shadow
Away from the sun.
Experiences unite us. I believe words can provide these experiences. The Poet is just one of many ways to share them.
The Poet fuses my reality and imagination using rhythm and rhyme.
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