Sometimes when we think it's the end of the world it
really isn't. It's actually a time for a new start, a new future. Here's a poem
I read at LDGPS recently. I'm hoping to write something a little cheerier for
the next one.
All the Fun of
the Unfair
Pulled like candy-floss from its stick
With lies, words
woven so slick
Your need to shine bright dulling me
Your every word derogatory
I stand still, sticky and dented
With truths, easily prevented
Others pick at tendrils, once proud
The sugar melts, the colours cowed
But now I stick to your fingers
Drawing dirt, my presence lingers
A chaos, from my residue
My anger, bound to you like glue
Phoenix from ashes and all that.
4 comments:
It's maddening that we so rarely get to see your poetry. This is good stuff.
I need to see more Lindsay poetry.
Ash
I love this.
Wonderful
Wonderful
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