Category: Poetry
Theme: Coming of Age
Sypnosis: Years will pass, and each part of you will gradually perish. You have no choice but to accept reality in order to rediscover your bliss.
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Piteous mind of a rogue soul,
He danced it through a fandango—
But was killed by a poignant poniard;
It indited another chapter of a book.
It was betwixt valid and invalid—
With poky imagery;
A jester of his insecurities,
Fumbled all eyes of anger.
A frow of his manly solitude—
In a kingdom where people gossip,
Flouted by their words;
By and then, it happened to be the most sere soul.
People could enter your life;
Either to annihilate your realms,
To nibble on your fantasy,
To expiate all of your mistakes.
I wrote a poem in a davenport.
It bustled all that had been screaming inside my head.
There would be a roorback in my mournful spirit,
It would listen in, safe and sound—goldfinch.
Artwork: "Ascension" by Salvador Dali (1958)
Published by: Heather Pasicolan
Date published: January 19, 2022
Time published: 2:08 pm
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