Thursday, January 26, 2012

Wall
I'll frame a poem this way:
one verse, then another
a work of art I'll hang on a shaky wall, crumbling by the forsake of rhyme: one verse, then another
I'll react to each line, paint it the best I know
When you frame a poem a certain way: you see the remnants of a falling wall: one verse, then another

2 comments:

Old Ollie said...

Your skills are getting honed. You wield a razor sharp imagery sword.

Human Paradox said...

Very cool. Great description and rhythm.